This tantalising potential.
We pause on the precipice, bearing the scars of history.
Will this be the one to break me?
Or will it turn me upside down
And leave me breathless and aching?
I watch with fascinated eyes.
You’re so unlike them.
You’re so unlike me.
Delving conversations highlight those parts of us we keep in shadow,
Casting a net and dredging up the forgotten and forsaken.
And we exchange our resumes
While tapdancing on thin ice
In time with the rattling of the skeletons in our closets.
Â© mjc 05 July 2013