I Ment to say hello
Five letters
Four slightly different shapes my mouth wouldve formed
Three seconds or less to pronounce
Two syllables
One, simple word
But I thought about it for five minutes too long
As you took four steps in the opposite direction
There were three moments in which I could've called after you
two seconds where I almost did
There was one simple word that I really Ment to say

These are moments
monuments were made for;
The times you love me like your last breath
and hold me like your last hope.
These are moments I'd mirror for you
forever and always.

“We take chances,
decide to risk;
wonderfully live the moment,
the way it should be.
How can I forget,
that today is not meant to last?
Seize the moment;
jump to start,
never worry whether
we’ll fall or fly.”

all in all
I am glad
to have
dived in

to have
made for
myself
the leap

rushing through
the tiny crevice
a pause brought
between prolonged
talk, mostly her
rambling excited
expectant chatter,
and I exhaling
grunted assents

from there to
her glistening
left cheek,
how diminutive
form requires
adjustments    
and the heart
how it sprouts
flares, serenades
vulnerability
again, again

thus to declare
that there's no
sweeter nectar
than a stolen
kiss, that little
tinge of a moment
that you may miss,

risk a slap instead,
or a beating, for
flirtation, youth
and lonely strolls
are extremely fleeting...

In light of recent self-awarness
I try my best to feel
less suffocated
by the instilled ideal
of forgiveness
and more accepting
of the primal, instinctive
need to express
what I cannot suppress

In light of recent self-awareness
I try my best to see
less of the drowning
nerve-racking
ticking
notion that is
The Moment
and more of the ambiently
serene concept of
The Present

In light of recent self-awareness
I try my best to be
less aware
and more myself.

Lets try something new
An altered verse
Rhythm

Drink the chilling darkness
From the lifeless lips of death
Mourning skies paint roads with sorrow
Brushtrokes on a weathered canvas
Self mutilated through indecision

Moments frozen in eternities
Moments void of sound
Moments cannibalizing
Moments...

When traversing the wilderness
That fork in the way
Be it devils and demons
Be it cherubs and seraphs
Stagnation is death

I am One with the Night
As the Moon smiles.