i am afraid

I am afraid one day maybe soon, you realize, as I have,

that what I am an unpleasant, dusty picture hung above a broken table in an old cafe

where no one comes to speak of the colors and the fragrances of life.

No one comes to listen to the heart beat of lovers wrapped in each others arms.

No one comes to cress the smile of flowers, hanging playful, watching the sun through glass. dangling from an uncertain place, frozen in a leap towards final decay,

I have the companion of heavy oil soaked air.

The companion of dried colors of death

and companion of my sorrowful moments of the past

and agony of the present.