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