before you go <br />you put three things <br />just three things <br />on the table of your room <br /> <br />a red rose, a yellow mongol pencil, <br />a nail cutter, <br /> <br />a nail cutter is nothing <br />but when you come back you find it missing. <br /> <br />you think about the nail cutter <br />that ordinary nail cutter that you can buy <br />at anytime <br />in any store, <br /> <br />it is not there anymore, the red rose wilted <br />and the yellow mongol pencil is untouched. <br /> <br />you still think about the nail cutter <br />where could it be? who took it? <br /> <br />your world revolves now around <br />the missing nail cutter. <br /> <br />it is like loving an ordinary person, <br />who is now <br />missing.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-come-back/
