Sometimes
Sometimes it's called being alone
Even when you stand in a crowded room
Tears fall that others don’t see
A hairline fracture of the heart.
Sometimes the mists cloud the views
Your eyes are blurred, unfocused
And the smile on your face hurts
Like cold ice cream eaten too quickly.
Yet through it all, there is a strange
Peace and contemplation – a renewing of
That part of you, always held in check.
Sometimes, may not be always
It’s just a feeling. A fractured space in time
Like, sometimes I love you and others not at all.
Quixotic creatures that we are
We build our barriers.
You blew me a kiss today
Which I caught
Snatched at the sky with my hand
And tucked your love away.
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