In an ugly vase that shouldn't be in my living room. There used to be a bouquet of flowers that would brighten up the room. The Petunias or Daffodils would conflict with the vase, but when she entered the room, it always made her smile . She bought the ugly thing at a quaint little second hand store. Down in the little village where we liked to walk and explore. She was an adventurous soul, but I was to selfish and  afraid. I was to concerned with the worldly things and did not see the treasure I had. Now that she is gone, I just sit here sad. With the four walls of my mansion surrounded by my gold. Oh how I wish I could have those flowers back and the love she put into our little home.