I stand at crossroads
Life’s experiences leave me standing—
glass half full, half empty
In you walk, dazzling,
slipping into my heart with something real
Together, we will find—one day—
Did we shape harmony
and build a universe,
glass full?
Or
did we part in silence, barren,
regret?
glass empty?
But
between the past and the future,
here—now—our fingertips brush,
and in that moment,
hope drips like honey:
slow, golden, unsure
You smile a maybe
I answer with silence
Yet something stirs—
a flicker in the fog
If we are brave,
perhaps we fill the glass—
not with certainty, but with effort,
with mornings soft as sighs
and nights that dare to dream
Even shards of a broken past
can glint like stars,
if we choose to see them
as light—not dark