snapshots through my mind
trigger sorrow
real or imagined
i don’t know
never inhibited
to approach you
not used to barriers
or walls between us
never could I do wrong
your trust, like sunshine
strong, warm and pleasing
we came to believe
now your gestures are aloof
essence of the heart withdrawn
shoved from trusted friend
to outsider
a fabrication of the mind?
if there is something
i need to make right
please let me know

~ vincenzo