Everyone loves getting a rose. They place them in a vase and put them or it on display, in a place that should get enough light. They water them but how long can they be expected to last. Not as long as any of us would like. They sit there enjoying glances from you, who received this gift with love. Never knowing how long it would last. Would it last? Could it last? No. Nothing ever lasts. Soon all that’s left is shriveled and forgotten. Dried out on a windowsill or table. Only to be thrown away and taken out with monday night’s trash. Dead roses. As dead as the love one once held now jaded by the world. Mourn for the dead roses. The specters of loves past.