Vows

The naive seed of strawberry drips slowly as it falls down from the floor above, like a dew drop from heaven; the sweet smell of nectar and like an obsession of an angel. And I hear the sirens of the road and a chasing ambulance, while your car tows behind it.

I hugged your blood which left a reminiscence of you on my white shirt. I caressed it and held it tight. The lights from the needed grace of yours spoke to me and as you sleep in peace, I felt the pain inside me. The torn dreams of ours, chased by these vehicles of insanity. Wish this would have never happened. Hoped that door should have been never closed.

The wooden planks busted apart and the street lights went amok. I could hear the first siren and I could hear the last honking of your car; the silence followed in my heart after the last breath. The song played as I ran on the street; I ran and ran, till I found the last piece of metal on the lane.

Let's play it all over again and I promise it would never be the same. The doors would not have been shut and the siren would have never chased your car. If I would lied, this would have never happened, I would have never shown the angelic doors. All I want and all I ask, to hear your voice. The blurred words of yours drowned in the mist of this night. I heard a faint sound from the church, which seemed so distant. And I heard my vows. I was still running and I couldn't feel my legs and I wrenched my heart and cursed God.

I do not know what happened next; for I would never know - what happened next.

I see myself sitting on the wheelchair and I could barely feel my limbs. It is the heart which I talk to and its my mind that hears to it. It is lonely inside. It is lonely to be alone. All I could see is the green meadow that surrounds this place.

It is green and somewhere I think ... I hear our vows and I want to hear them again ... and again.