Our gazes slink through the glass,
darting around each other’s pasts
sidestepping what could have been in another turn of the wheel
sliding over what we might have become.
I fix my eyes on my companion, resolute
until your sidelong stare disappears behind glass.
I have two minds: one for beyond-the-glass
and one for conversation-in-here.
A hand to shield the straying eye is helpful, but not enough.
If the wheel had turned another way, my gaze wouldn’t slip
and my words wouldn’t run and falter.
We’d just be two strangers in a café,
our errant gazes loud, sauntering, signifying nothing.
Drabblepoem- 100 words. I'm quite terrible at poems; they refuse to cooperate with me. And re-reading this, it seems like my unconscious aim was to avoid adverbs. XD