The Moment

Back To The Beginning

That moment our eyes met across the room You looked right into me, searing me

Your half smile, quarter dimple Piercing my heart, slamming through me

That moment was your truest, our truest

Truer than when we sit down, share a drink, then a meal, then Coachella, then Thanksgiving, then wedding bells, then cradle mobiles

Truer than when we collaborate and make a kitchen island, then a baby, a backyard patio, an “other woman”, a divorce settlement, a broken heart, lives seared apart.

Yes, that moment, right at the beginning

That one was the truest by far.