Brown eyes

Brown doe eyes stared back

At mine - 

Aghast at how the shambles 

Her life seemed to be etching out. 

She - of the perfect love story - 

Now stared at the possibility of parting. 

The child lay tight against her bosom-

Occasionally bobbing his head- 

Up and down - 

Looking at me with interest,
As I gazed at both.
How peculiar this tale -
That trespasses the familiar roads of Doom.
He, with his wild horse untamed -
She- damned and dame-d.
And as I stood, silent...speculative -
I wondered about the story of my own.
That too in shards -
Glass heart broken as the bubble burst
All around us.
Life..they said.
Moves on.
And the show must go on.