Lost Petals

Today, someone left a dozen long stemmed, gloriously scented red roses at work. They came without a card nor courier bar code. They came with no knowledge of delivery from the florist whose name was stickered to the packaging. They were a beautiful, lonesome arrangement.

They attracted attention. From men who wished they were for them, from women who were sure they were theirs. The gentle perfume filled the space we work in. Deep red petals against the lime green walls and dirty grey floors. People gathered around to wonder who, and wished they were.

We put them back on the empty desk by the door where they were left - hoping that they would end up where love wanted them to be.