Crimson petals.

(Ref. a quote by Dorothy L Sayers)

There were crimson petals on the bench
Where we spent our happy days
Hand in hand we wandered
Admiring their displays.

A fragrance still reminds me
That scent of one so fair
A crimson rose adorning
Your waving auburn hair.

Each year that flower blossoms
As if nothing much had changed
I sit here and remember
How my life’s been rearranged.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )