Empty nights and hollow days,
I look at the rose that once you gave
It sleeps in the book that I then read
Petals now look transparent, but the pages red
It was past and it is past
But there is so much of us in it, how do we deny?
We went full circle and have come face to face
I say No! And run away
What am I scared of?
I do not know
Is it the possibility of failure?
And the pain that I can’t hold.
On the floor so cold awake I lay
Wondering why I didn’t finish putting
Tiles on the wall that we left half way
How do I finish the part that you drew?
Now almost all tiles are in place but a few
Probably now I know what not to hold
It’s time I let myself fly
and the waters flow
