i often find myself
six steps behind.
i’ve counted.
i often find myself
being lifted
& carried away to my happy ending
by my own self.
in my left hand i would keep hold
1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.
white rose petals.
& as i am lifted higher
i let a petal fall.
her aroma still among me
i’d let another drop from my fingertips.