When I stare into your eyes I get lost.
My mind drifts through a lifetime.
White picket fence, two kids, a dog, picture perfect.
I hang on in this moment as the time slips.
Like sand through the throat of an hour glass.
Children married, grandkids playing.
The sun sets over the mountain ridge as a breeze rocks the porch swing.
The last of the tiny granules begin to disappear.
The memory becomes distant.
Our gaze is broken.
Reality drowns the thought.
If we dared to stare again, could we get back to that moment?