moments made decisions
most forevers would never finish
giving intention the gravity to fall into happening,
engraving definition into seconds with no position on what should take place on
the face of a body constantly passing

we split moments open to see When it was holding;
we discovered years silently composing the brief harmony of here
and fresh bodies of before decomposing into the soil of soon
to bloom into now’s
and then into then’s we try to keep from remember when?

we split moments open to see how it was molded;  
we found that the nectar spewing in youth
underwent high temperatures of emotion,
leaving beads of this thick honey hardened by
sentiment sweet enough to taint the taste of history.

we split moments open to try to keep what was only loaned to us;
each autopsy, a reminiscent attempt
to save what time grows and age molds into retrospect;
as we find ourselves rubbing out juice spilled onto the carpet,
we think of hours we wanted to be ours that went sour like this stain noticed too late;
with an ache to go back and back pain,
we wondered if we could convalesce in the sweet consequence
of a time with no intent to heal the feelings we bled;
we were convinced these moments would not be short-lived,
but it was
a feeling that let itself be held in a moment
knowing forever would never hold it.