Racing vectors,
a taste of pause.
Trajectories congregate
over darkness and bitter.

sip

Looking over
argue and laughter,
through their smiles
is a distance in miles.

Solitary and rest
blanket lonesome
in the company of
other.

sip

A pause,
it's all it takes.

To peer around
these cobbled walls,
pieced together by
nuanced pitfalls,

to find other alike.

With a peek they
look over their own,
past and beyond,

their darkness and bitter.

I raise my cup
and take a

Sip.