Vases

A collection of Vases.

I walk and look into each:

Most empty;
    void;
       vacant.

Some full;
    vile;
       disgusting.

Where is the jar with the water?

I see it. It overflows!

Home again.

Alycia closed the door behind her as Melissa and Brent drove away. That lonely let-down feeling was beginning to nip at her heels already. It was that desire to be with and interact with people, that hunger for companionship, so strong inside and gnawing. Stronger even since her two best friends wanted to be alone. Her parents were in bed already and her sister and brother no longer lived at home, not that any of them would have had more than a mild palliative effect. The TV, ineffective and numbing as it was, would have to suffice.

"Live from New York! It's Saturday Night...."

twilight

I spin in twilight,
fleeing gloomy darkness,
chasing sun,
never capturing it.

I falter,
exhausted,
and night engulfs me.

I will rest and run again.