Eyes I met her eye,she paused, looked, lingered.That second became elastic,myriad questions, possibilities,maybe,maybe,then she looked away. Held She held me,really held me.Wanted to, needed to.A timeless, ageless, beautiful feeling;baby, child, teen, man, old man.Then I let go and slowly,with tears, she knew I was gone. Loneliness Alone I can be,loneliness I can’t bear.I have been Continue Reading