Moments,
Only for moments
it’s just us.
For a blink of an eye
and the draw of a breath,
we belong
to each other.
Just two people who can laugh
or talk or hold each other
or just lie there and do nothing at all.
Even if it feels
like we’re stealing seconds
from other people’s lives.
Stealing moments that
like trains and glimpses of yellow sun,
pass us by,
slip through our fingers.
They leave us behind,
with shaking heads
and battered hearts.
Because this world,
World of the Possible
and nothing else
spins back to us.
It sweeps us back
onto our feet
and reminds us what’s real.
Brings us to a reality
where we’re apart.
Where we always will be.
And I don’t know about you,
but I’m hoping,
just waiting
for the next moment.
Please be as cruel as you can. I shan't be offended. I'm no poet, but I tried. I want to know what's wrong.
