I wish I can catch the vase while it falls,
But the floor itself can display the skid marks from too many times tried.
I was so close the last time.
Nearly caught it,
Cutting myself in the process.
I just can’t try again once more.
It’s not that I wish to give up,
But I know the outcome all the same.
And I know that a new vase will replace it.
It’s time to enjoy another room;
Preferably one of less tepidness.