A Synopsis of a Book on Love at First Sight
Fragility
Chapter One:
I could never have him; he would never see me.
Out of my reach like a thought
at the tip of my tongue.
*
Chapter Two:
First hold of hand, reluctant to let go in case our fingers
never touched again,
like those dreams where fragments scatter
and you try to grab at them yet
you're left with nothing.
*
Chapter Three:
I resolve to never
open my eyes again.
I reserve a table for two
at that quaint little place,
called our future.
About the Creator
Teresa Renton
Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
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