Totally at odds.
An abundance of anger.
Then… slowly, out of emotional exhaustion,
We stopped…separated by more than simply
The rooms in the house.
An unplanned passing in the hallway,
But in that passing, though brief,
Our eyes met.
Too much love remained,
Despite all the hurt, and anger.
I couldn’t help but extend the gaze…
Nor could you…
Then, in that unquiet moment…
Extinguishing a blaze of pain…
And firing an inferno of the body,
Igniting the heart.
The aftermath of a serendipitous crossing,
And unequivocal love.
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.