They Are

Written 10.4.2008 As i sat in the living room, watching my friend across the room with her boyfriend.

He holds her high off the ground
safe, in his lap and
she laughs and shrieks
and covers her face –
a piercingly beautiful moment
like a glowing window made of stained glass. Until
thunder strikes and
the beauty is broken, shattered
in a thousand glittering bits
that will slice your fingers if you try
to repair it –
Ah, well.
Some things aren’t
meant to be.

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