Liquid Gold

You poured for him a bowl of liquid gold Rich with life, and stories untold It bubbled to the rim, a meniscus it formed Of course with growth, uncertainty adorned. The trickle was gentle, small enough to stop. Small enough to account for every drop. It rolled off of the table and you respond Your hands, cupped together, embracing bond. You look to him, surely for a cup. But inside his heart, panic…