i've known such passings
such crossings
an instant like, an instant
moment of if i
had the time to stop: we would
be great
friends, romance,
and eternal love.
yes.
i know those passings
as many do
often lived
again and lost so
many that as the universe
collapses into itself
we only have to
wait to cross - what eternal
damnation
we have encountered
it's our endurance
that causes us
for this mile
is not good enough
the next will
may
be well thought
out. at forty three and
how many lives later
i still cross
try to look
in peoples' eyes,
the smart
look down,
the lost, as if
a child, keep the smile
and our eyes
firmly straight
in the off chance, one
moment will open up and we will know
that all we have known is not just
