Broken Glass

Traveled time

A place never seen

Fidgeting moments passed on first meeting

Shy glances

Tempered answers

Careful questions

Precious moments

Smiles gather sun

Radiant warmth

Treading lightly

First impressions made

Mental pictures broken

Nervous pieces crumble to the floor

Friends born upon broken glass

Dinner Alone

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.
Things accumulated.

Or love and friends they know…
or have lost and are sure to have again.