Two daffodils in a vase. One slightly shorter than the other. Each a little past their best. Two that have broken away from the crowd - preferring the company of each other and no other. Two that have sunk their toes into cool water held in good quality glass. Two friends who grew the same way, inching a little higher every day, facing the sun, never turning away. Now back to back, silent, speechless. Not even waltzing in a gentle breeze. Unable to look each other in the eye - when they used to kiss. They used to sing.