Glancing back

I thought for a moment, and then told myself no; it couldn’t possibly be. Then the Barista called out your name and you stepped up to get your coffee and when the light over the bar illuminated your profile; granted is now covered with an intricate and deliberate layer of just the right length stubble,

PAST THE POINT

Past the point Of no return She frantically searched The looking glass Seeing visions and images That weren’t really there A multitude of words Being backwards truths Wondering always If anyone knew Or even cared How she really felt She dropped the looking glass Shattering to the ground Catching sight of Alice The chase was

Here with me

He didn’t want to keep her Didn’t want to let her go Afraid he was eating Too much of her time She mused silently Adoring his sensitivity Smiled to herself Then answered softly I’ve been eating my time For most of my life What we’re doing here Is not eating time This is spending time