We glance at each other—a fleeting second,
a fragment of time that stretches like minutes.
The weight presses down, sharp and sudden,
as minds and hearts collide in that single fraction.
But for one, it means nothing—just a glance, no more.
And who is to blame?
Different minds, different souls, forever apart.
Silence lingers, heavy and unbroken,
Its obscurity deeper than the fleeting glances.
Noticed, yet unspoken, like whispers lost to the wind—
a fraction of connection, slipping into the emptiness.
Yet somehow, it joins the stillness, inseparable.
Oh, how I long for a bond, fragile as paper in my hand—
just one day to connect, to know, to feel, to belong.
But like the paper, the bond will tear without care,
Fragility demands effort to endure.
Can this aching rift be mended?
Or will it remain, forever just a fraction—
a silence, a passing glance?
Small moments can nothing for some, but it can mean a lot for someone.