Moment by Moment

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When we happen to be in the same room

By luck or fate or happenstance

I urge each second to stretch

To expand into minutes, days, lifetimes

I want to live in the fleeting insignificant moments

Drinking each small adjustment

Studying each minute gesture

Submerging myself in all of her words

This is not to be

The seconds slip by, rushed

Minutes escape, moment by moment

I stumble and stammer

I feel clumsy and out of place and out of time

My thoughts fall like pine cones on the forest floor

The seconds burn away like dry brush in a fire

And she is gone again

I am left with sooty memories of scattered glimpses.

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