Withering...

...roses from Valentine's Day 14 days ago...

I always keep flowers for weeks after the vase has conceived them... I don't know why it is - a fascination with changing colours, shapes, textures, tones and nature, I guess...

I have always found it extremely hard to let go of things...

Inevitably though, they get to that stage where they are crumbling into dusty residue upon the table beneath and the faint aroma of decay begins to tickle my nostrils and I finally succumb to the requirement that they be disposed of...

They were beautiful roses though, truly beautiful...

...but they came without any loving words, without any kisses, without any cuddles - and without anything else for that matter...