The Heart Chronicles

➳ Vase of Ours

Can you hear that?

Can you hear the sound of a glass vase being shattered?

It does not split in two, it does not split in three. 

A billion shards across the ground,

and yet my two feet still walk

upon the poisonous pieces.

Can you hear that?

Can you hear the sound of my aching soles

and my pitiful cries?

They do not sound, for they are trapped

inside a place I like to call my body.

My mind begs for you to hear my calls,

yet you do not turn around,

although you were the one who dropped the vase.

Can you hear that?

Can you hear my silent apologies and my sullen regrets?

They do not leak, they do not appear.

They remain inside this home of mine,

this wreck of a place I live in. 

Can you hear that?

Can you hear my goodbyes?

I know that you cannot, for they will not be acknowledged

by someone who ran a million miles 

after they smashed a precious vase,

a vase of our future.

They will not be acknowledged by you,

nor me,

nor the world.

For the jagged shards have silenced the calls, the cries, 

the silent apologies and the sullen regrets.

They have silenced me, and therefore my goodbyes.

Can you hear that?

Of course you can't. 

I know you cannot hear me breaking, 

and I know you can't hear my goodbyes.

But I would like to be set free, and break

away from your grasp.

So I will tell you this:

Farewell, farewell my luckless friend.

I hope you do not shatter another vase tonight.