木棉花开了

When he told me he was leaving I felt like a vase which has just smashed. There were pieces of me all over the tidy, tan tiles
当他告诉我他要离开的时候，我觉得像是有一个花瓶碎了。整洁的棕褐色的地板上到处都是我的碎片。
That was what my life had been like, endless omissions of coffee granules, somehow never managing to make that cup of coffee.
这就是像是我的生活，无穷无尽的被忽略的咖啡沫，不知怎的却从未被冲成一杯咖啡。
I think about being a broken vase again and realize that I have glued myself back together, what Mike has is merely a little part of my time in earth, a little understanding of my physical being. He has only, a little piece of me.
我又想起了那个破碎的花瓶，我觉察到我必须把自己粘合回来。迈克仅仅是我在世上的时间的一小部分，只是我身体的我不曾理解的一小部分，只是我生命中的一个小碎片而已。