The Vase

I'm the vase on the table

Put flowers in me

I want to smell good

Next to me on the table

Looking to lighters and cigarettes

Smoke party, dancing hands

Empty vase on the table

Refresh me with some water

I want to look fresh!

Blue vase on the table

Light I am, carry me 

Take me outside to the sun

Bored vase on the table

For when you come, embrace me

Take me out for lunch

I'm the vase on the table

Break it when we're back

Vanish me, I'm done

R.

Time

4:00 AM - Saturday 15/12/2012

4 am

I am

You no longer are

You no longer exist

You are gone

You are present

I am present

Exactly in the past

When the black train came bringing cries and whispers

20:16 - Thursday 8/11/2012

Here I am now, just boarded on the plane Flight QR 423, put the seatbelt, ready to embark in the past.

Destination: The end of a new beginning- December 15^th.

I’m looking from my window but it is quite dark, I can’t really see, few lights appear from far away. City lights draw other people’s smiles and miseries.

I am trying to convince myself you still exist by writing to you on those empty pages; blank pages that were for me considered as clean yet petrifying.

It’s scary to put into words feelings, emotions, memories, and time.

Time never stops it’s like the air that comes to wash all the dust which main role is to cover and protect.

I want dust to cover and protect you in me so I can live in the past.

4:28 AM - Saturday 15/12/2012

If I can go back with no hesitation Yes I say.

Standing next to you with your eyes closed

Having hope that you might blossom

Waiting for a blink to know you are there

R.