Discoveries Made Too Late

upon seeing the potted flowers in the store so beautiful, so seemingly original in all their majestic aura, flirting with all the senses, taken in by the smell & aroused by the touch of the petals, the onlooker wants nothing more than to take the flowers home & make them their own, so that they can place them on the windowsill in order to catch the rays of light & stir up the apartment, if possible, with a new way of looking at the world--- in the same way we see beauty in other attractive human beings & we want to smell, taste, touch them & then, unfortunately, the need to possess them infects so many, where taking them home & placing them on the shelf so that no one else can get a good look at them except through a thick pane of glass still seems to be proper etiquette in the 21st century--- this invades what might of once been something of a pure motive--- when already the ball has begun rolling, the person stashed on the sill finds themselves wondering what exactly is going to become of this new relationship, as the newness starts to wither much like the flower on the sill whose watering gets neglected as the days pass, the new flower has made plans to leave the next time it gets a chance & that lone stroller who initially found such beauty will never get to delve deeper into the complexities which come with fostering discovery instead of placing on the shelf someone whose aesthetic beauty only captivated the onlooker for just so long & when they are gone, the lone stroller finds themselves knocking up side their own head because the discoveries that could have been had, the overwhelming interesting things that comprised the flower so quickly shelved, now can never be known.