Let Them Go

Thick clouds loomed overhead

Shadows crawling across my garden

Turning red roses black

Coloring white chrysanthemum gray.

Drop after drop, rain glistened

Dripping from the tender leaves

Forming a shallow puddle

For the fallen petals to float.

Huddled under a mango tree

Petrichor brought to life the buried memories

Enveloping me in a cold embrace

Cascading down my face.

Collecting the diamonds in my palm

I smiled at their colorless state

Allowing them to drip onto the tiny buds

I wondered if letting go of memories was as easy.