Laughter spills like sunlight, Cracks in the pane can't hold it— Their joy smudged in paint and memory. She laughs, he smiles, As if time never mattered, As if roads never ended. Behind the glass, the world distorts— Orange blurs, silver smears, A moment too fragile to last. Outside, the cold waits quietly, But inside, They don’t see the fractures. Not yet.