however sweet the rosepublished: 2014-08-26
I notice the dried roses that I hung up beside my balcony door. One day, I had decided I’d like to keep one of the roses given to me by a special person. Drying it seemed like the only way. It turned into a habit: whenever a man gave me roses, I’d pull the nicest one out of the bundle and hang it upside down for keeps.
Some roses were tall, others short, some had paper-thin petals while others looked like velvet. Yellow, white, pink or red. I now discover how all of them have turned a brittle greyish beige and have shriveled up.
So however passionate the red or sweet the scent, in time they all end up looking the same.
I love roses. I just wish I could keep them alive.