Eventually,
After the stun, and shock of the loss.
Thoughts start to drift away from the searing past.
Through the numbness that is, now.
And into the wrinkled glass, and smoke thick enough to choke dragons.
You wonder what is possible?
What is only fantasy?
And what just may be, your most welcome comfort.
Maybe someone you've known for a long time,
but suddenly seen in a different light.
With whom you've made small-talk over and over.
Then suddenly, they said something meaningful.
You want what you want,
but the world is complicated.
Full of smokescreens, glass ceilings,
and significant others.
It's easier to just get lost in the day by day.
So why hold on to hope for the future?
Because I am certain that once,
we saw each other clearly,
through the wrinkled glass,
and smoke thick enough to choke dragons.
Veingo
