Standing behind glass doors <br />She whispers to me <br /> <br />I smile gently <br />Placing my hand against the glass <br />With a gentle sigh <br />She turns <br />With a backward glance <br />The door closes with the thunder <br /> <br />Of cannon fire <br /> <br />I think of the what if's <br />Might of's <br />A thousand other maybe's in another <br />Time and place <br /> <br />I kick the stones in the driveway <br />Look out to the horizon <br />Yet…see little <br />Lost in thought <br />And soft smiles<br /><br />Cee Bea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canon-fire/
