If I hold on to the flowers for too long, they won't grow roots. Or grow all over us. They'll wither. Taking away the mildness of their scents with them.
So, gift me potted flower plants. And if they die, I'll plant another one but we'll both have put in enough effort to keep the pot in use and the mellow madness alive.
I'm dancing alone now, by the way.
I finally understand your tears at the thought of having to dance without me. To a song I can't sing very well but we both like, nonetheless.