Flower.

Read my recent deviation, Heterosporangiate.  Then come back and you might understand the rest of this.

I'm losing petals.  I thought the flower wanted to grow.  I thought the flower was pretty immortal.  I never touched it.  I never meant to use any pesticide.  Now I'm okay with somebody else tending to the garden for a bit.  I'm not particularly opposed to that.  Because the garden is still there.

But when the garden starts to die?  That's not cool.  And the flower is wilting.  I hope it wasn't my fault.  I wish it was the soil it lives in (I have no control over that), or the new gardener.  Or something.  But all I want to do is love the flower.  And it's pushing me away.  And it's probably my fault.

This flower... as I've told someone once, is the most rare and wonderful woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.  I wish she would stay with me.  I wish she would bloom for me again.

But I'm probably just being selfish.  And so, if this helps anyone understand what I wrote a week or two back,

Forever,

Silent stands the silver and
Sodium-White Tower.