Fragile Glue

hung their baggage,
upon a branched high tree,
on the corner road,
in a far away city.
travel light now.

scenes from a distant past
and the dreams of a distant future
both,
called upon to bide some time,
ironically,
'twas running all the time.

the longings having turned
into an uprooted sense of belonging
the heart doesn't, skip a beat,
now, when their eyes meet

as they meet and depart,
carrying with them,
chunks of their broken hearts
carefully glued, by a thing, maybe, two
look at them;
poor guys used a fragile glue.