a bouquet of wilted lilies that sit on my dresser and came with no card. they sit in a vase that was used to give roses. from the boy who kisses to the girl who kisses back. my lilies are starting to wilt, starting to limp. and they sit in a recycled vase. no kiss passed over them, no kiss passed between us. nothing but some beautiful wilting lilies, intoxicating in their scent. with no card and no kiss.