There she sat,
Her eyes gazing out beyond,
Her fingers wrapped around a stained coffee cup.
She knew it was forever and yet she knew there were limits
in time.
She gazed at me with a loss for words.
A forgotten sense of forethought
And a twisted sense of truth.
I focused on her lips.
Half parted as if they wanted to say something,
But hellbent on silence as she took an even breath.
These wordless moments pass the time.
They remind us each where we have been.
And tell us about our context.
The Symbols Beneath What We’ve Seen.
