#191

Our eyes meet,
And then turn away,
For a brief moment,
We’re as one,
For a moment,
All hate melts away,
All fears,
Fade away,
Our game,
Going round and round,
No end insight,
For our lonely plight,
For we know,
We can never be…

by Chris Todd, Jr.

Comments (1)

I like the weather metaphor... it almost feels like rain. Good write, Carrie! Brian