who were you then
in the passing of that moment?
no shutter to capture nor net
to lattice over,
a thing refusing to stay, willed out
of the chancing upon
to engrave something  to the bone,
profound like the deepest of moons—

it courses on, your elusiveness
only feeding my vision
squinting at the edge of the void,
in this sea of many names without
faces clear and familiar,
striding past each other,
    gone away, your smile
leaving a trace in mine.