How lucky
Are we to
Find each other
In a parade
Of strangers

It hollows my chest
It lingers, its essence
How I bleed as I am
Alone in your presence

Silver lining
Antique finding
Intertwined fingers
Browsing eyes

Indoor maze
Shifted gaze
Can't see all
Noticing some

Vintage room
Old spittoon
Strolling past
Items forgotten

Mirror reflects
Dust collects
We evlove
But never change

Small jokes
Past asides
I can't lie
They've crossed my mind

Grains of sand
Aren't singly much
Until accumulation
Amasses such

Do I dare
Let you see
The depth of
My insecurity?

When I hear
What you say
I am numb
Almost dazed

But it's the mass
Of all the grain
When I look back
That brings me pain

I've reheated the same
Cup of coffee five times
This evening

Trying to write something
For myself that accurately
Describes how I experience

Often I am flooded in the ordinary
By the emotion and the density
Of life itself, in all its majesty

And sometimes I am left
Devoid of sentiment
In moments deemed worthy

I get lost in thinking of
The way the future will
Tangle with the present

I find myself stopped in
A memory as well,
A reminder, a fragment of past

The present is a fleeting concept
A paradox, I think
A circle of thought

At what point
Does the future become the present?
And the present become the past?