A place never seen
Fidgeting moments passed on first meeting
Smiles gather sun
First impressions made
Mental pictures broken
Nervous pieces crumble to the floor
Friends born upon broken glass
These nights alone.
Transient wastelands of lonely thoughts.
Hopeful flights of fancy encourage endless desire.
Desire… desire to be held in life’s intimate embrace alongside friends or a lover not yet met.
What is the measure of a person?
The things they have done.
The Things they have seen.
Or love and friends they know…
or have lost and are sure to have again.