Moments are fleeting.
In the blink of an eye, gone.
Savor their presence.
Tag: moments
More than anyone else
More than anyone else from my past
I think of you.
I wonder where life has taken you,
whether it has pulled or guided you
to wherever you are now.
I wonder how much of your personality
would be exactly the same
as it was ten years ago,
like I remember.
I wonder of all the experiences
you have lived through
and how curious I am, and would be,
to hear about them.
I wonder at what it would be like
to see you again.
I wonder how those first few moments
of our reunion
would be filled.
Would there be tentativeness?
Would there be liberation?
Would there be comfort?
I wonder how those last few moments
of our reunion
would be filled.
Would there be longing?
Would there be satisfaction?
Would there be a strengthened friendship?
More than anyone else from my past
I think of you
and wonder
if you wonder these things about me, too.
re-writing stories
On the centerpiece, on the table
they have sat, unopened,
untouched save for the dust cloth.
Unwilling to admit my longing,
I fill my head with stories
of how the timing must be better,
not now,
to make the experience worthwhile.
The present moment, for months,
unworthy.
Unworthy
of experiencing the beauty,
the tranquility,
the magic
of moments like these.
Re-writing stories
by candlelight.
rough days
Everyone has rough days
days they wish no one would ever see
and maybe
it works out that you don’t see those days
for them
but they see those days
for you.
You cannot see a person
for brief moments of time
and believe you know everything about them.
Dawning Words 