I saw your coat
on the back of a chair
and for a moment
I was glad you'd come.
Then I remembered
the night before
when you'd misconstrued
a remark.
We'd almost been close
enough to touch
our minds in
close proximity.
But a chasm had yawned
and now when I
saw the back of your head,
I tensed.
You turned slightly
and in your eye
was a wall eight foot high
and topped with broken glass.