Your Love

Your love still hangs on
Even though you are gone
Thoughts of you whirl around in my head
Repeats of what you said echoing in my head
"He loves me.. He loves me not"
Is it true?
Does he love me?
I think about it over and over
As many times of the amount of petals that lay by my feet.
Is it worth the lingering thoughts consuming me?
I go back to my silent world of picking petals,
I stop,
With hesitation as the flower crashes to earth.