spring does end

first written, 24th november 2005

They gave me flowers – beautiful roses.

You never did, only posies of bougainvillea and ixora we picked and tried to made the other wear. But somehow, those wild flowers seem much more appealing, still. Even though we’ve always carelessly flung them away and trampled relentlessly on them, as if they represented our love, they remained, and still do, unlike those oh-so-precious champagne roses, wrapped up in plastic falsehood.