Stuart Robertson - Photographer

Is anybody there?

The question at the heart

Of this fragile affair

Of broken promises

And half-full glasses

 

Transparent presences

Face-off over the table-cloth

Make failing connections

With the other side intentions

Causing cracks at the core

Of a fragile affair

 

Haunted by loneliness

Still strangers as first met

Unwilling to reveal

In case of a broken spell

Shattering to shards

A fragile affair

 

The touch of a cold hand

Jolts out of reflection

On this fragile affair

Brought back to a reality

That’s hardly, if at all, there