Three deep red wine glasses
on the table next to her
Crystal clear emptiness
…
She swears are not hers
With morning light on her face
Eggs and bread on her plate
…
Three friends and glasses
Having a chat about future plans
Crystal clear emptiness, for her
…
She wears a smile and the whitest shirt
New ideals and a maybe reason to fail
Already failing when there’s only a plan in white
…
Three translucent wine glasses
One escaping her clumsy hand
What if there’s no more time ahead?
