A few drops and gone

drying to cold

cold to winter

heart to stone.
It’s the big

to little.

Twenty years

to one day,

A quick swirl

of conflicts

to a kiss

and you’re gone.

When it’s drops

it’s wet

but not rain

not a fine dividing line

but the sidewalk is wet

just the same,

Just the same

it’s a fight

and a kiss.

Big to little.

14 Oct 08

Dave Barber