Today I saw a red rose on the pavement.
How did it get there? Why was it there? What love was rejected?
I don’t know why I stoped to look at it or why it impacted me. Was it because I thought that such a beautiful thing as a rose belongs in a glass case?
and then I turn to myself, and think of myself as that rose on the pavement. No one sees me, and I too have been abandoned on the pavement.
I should have picked it up, and I should have put it in a glass, pressed it in a book- but I didn’t.
Instead I went on my way to sing, “Como la Flor” on my way to work.
and I didn’t consider it until now, that perhaps we accept the love we think we deserve.
The next rose I see, abandoned on the floor, I’ll make sure to pick it up and give it a proper home. just like my love deserves to be.