As Time Goes By

Liquid reflections in a glass ripples,
distorting the mirrored image within.
A couple sat on a wooden piano stool
A clear picture of a well-loved melody
hummed first and then whistled.
Their evening ritual never a routine
for either of them. His hands move over
known territory – mind lost as
emotion rules motion – One wisp
of hair falls down – daydreaming
its way past her chin and tangled
through two visions. Both family
and friend to each other’s world.
An enigma of hand held symbols
that mean something to them not us.

Written originally with the inspiration “clear, wisp, enigma” from the Three Random Words project.


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