In one moment in time, the pain of rejected love met with the bliss of a first kiss.
Her soft lips, the focus of new infatuation. Her smile massaged the heart once stone. Her eyes fulfilled me with renewed purpose.
To her, the kiss was a pleasant surprise. An enjoyable moment shared. A spark did not ignite the flame. It remained untouched, unfazed, unchanged.
His dream crushed, his utopia crumbled. The endless memories not yet made, erased. A harmless kiss, the gesture well received. The leap of faith...now a drowning abyss.
To him, it was everything and more. To her, it was just a moment in time.
The first poem I ever put to paper. Makes me wonder how I ever went a day without writing. 4/3/16