A single look, broken quickly,

like the fine china never used,

but eliminated by one misstep, misplacement, mistake.

Regret fills Her heart,

but pain paralyzes Him.

Without Her, He is lost, losing, and loveless,

She is searching, scared, and sorrowful.

Time passes, at a rate no faster than Christmas Eve.

They fall past each other,

like the beautiful leaves that scatter;

hours change into days, days to weeks,

a shift nowhere in sight,

and they are stuck in a never ending vortex,

that, with time, will set them free.