life threw a crystal vase at us
and we
hands-in-pockets we
caught mid-sentence, unprepared
a split second too hesitant -
the vase, now, a million shards between us
like a joke that didn’t quite work
an uneasy moment of what-do-we-do-now
(nobody gave me a handbook
on how to be human)
all I know
is I want to feel my heart
skip a beat
as we lift our gaze
and meet each other
and smile wryly
and tacitly agree to catch it
catch the next one
knowing that all we need
is to spend more time
talking less
in that delicate hinterland
between touch
and poetry
