"i study the rose she was trimming, perfectly uniform in
size
shape
color.
even the vase they're in is the color of sn-no-
i'm not going to say it.
i spot a single flower across the room,
red with a black center,
laying on it's side,
tangled up in ribbon and twine.
it isn't hard to see its been
forgotten.
the edges are curled
and it's petals
fold over themselves.
i walk over to the flower,
gently lift it,
place it in the PAPER-white vase
among the dazzling roses.
"there, " i whisper
"there is a home for you
now, drink."