Torn Petals

Another day
Another hour
Another petal
Torn from a flower

If there were ever a time that you knew me, a petal on a stone or a light that was cast through painted glass when the shade of your eyes brightened and the corner of your mouth rose ever so slightly...I follow fallen leaves down a familiar path and we meet half way, uncertain but free to wonder.

I find there lies a mask in every face
And the truth is always, always encased
And it wears me further away
When all I wanted was for you to stay...