fleeting.
sailing away into the sunset
soaring through crimson skies
whispered secrets in the stillness
solicitous beams of sunlight shimmering on a surface
a gentle echo of laughter in a quiet room
a delicate hand resting on your own
a shared glance in a crowded room
a fragile smile
all fleeting.

as the morning light dissipates
notice the silence.
the hollowness when they are gone
the absence of color, of warmth

the fleeting inevitably fades
a quiet echo of what was
and the cold certainty of what is

perhaps, a glimpse
into the precarious nature of such fragile affections