Returning to the steps where first they met,
he sits awhile, alone, bereft.
Crimson petals like blood red tears
scatter on cold, hard stone.
His heart bleeds for her, his loss,
a future that will never be.
Image credit: Yana Hurskaya @ Unsplash
The image shows an earthenware jug filled with red tulips. The jug is sitting on old stone steps.