Into the Heap

"What shall we do with these roses?"
I ask NMTP, gesturing towards her
ailing bouquet, then mine

"Bin them, I guess."

So I took them out to the almost-compost heap
that we are cultivating
I binned her lot, then looked at mine and thought

"There is hope for you yet"

So I brought them in, from the brink of
death
strung them up, upside down in a pretty ribbon
and left them to dry.

Turns out I was right about hope.