Vintage Rose

Vintage.
As in used?
I think, it means hip?
As in old?

You handed me that pour battered rose.
And smiled.

“It’s… vintage” you said.
You were getting soaked to the skin
Out in that damn thunderstorm
With that sad vintage rose in your hand.

Vintage rose?
As in used?

Vintage rose.
The type of thing that was passed around to everyone.
That everyone used to get forgiven.
Like a community rose...

A rose that just laid there in a box,
Until some one needed it.

If a person needs a flower,
Do they just go get the vintage rose?
The sad little rose that was used so many times
That it became “vintage”.

Your smile didn’t fade
As I looked over the “vintage” rose.

Its once scarlet petals were dull.
And its stem was broken in three places.
Just then, vintage seemed like a fitting name.
A sad little “please forgive me,” rose...

The rose that had seen to many days without roots.
A vintage rose.

As in used?
Like the rose everyone bought and sold?
The veteran rose that knew how to lay in a person hands... perfectly
So that that person had to simply forgive the pour sap out in the rain?

What the heck.
“Come in” I said. “we need to stick this piece of fauna in a vase.