Within the boundaries of social construct, I cannot say that we can ever be
Your life is so different and distant from mine, and that, too, by your own design
Many happenstance moments, countless might-have-been thoughts
These all seem pointless in the wake of realization
We both know that it is not fated
Your journey and mine never intertwine long enough
And in the brief moments when they do,
We are never on the same page.
I never know where I stand; I don’t know that you care where you stand
One moment you’re there in a tangible way, next moment–poof!
You vanish along your way, as if nothing between us mattered
As though you’re indifferent, unmoved by our exchange
But we both know that the moments have to cease to matter
We both know that there is nothing beyond the moment to sustain it.
The moment is just that—a brief changing thing that ends as the eyes flutter,
Never to return and always overtaken by hours that do linger
The time spent with those who really do matter,
Sparing a nanosecond every now and then to consider that moment
The one that we shared.