It is time..

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