We pass by.
And you see me see you or I see you not seeing me. And that’s funny. Because there’s no point, no nothing, except the entirety of two lives crashing past.
And I would stop to say hello.
Share some tea.
Light your cigarette.
But I’m here in this car. Moving.
And so we move, you and I.
Lives so quickly gone.
Glancing. A smile, a nod, a question.
And maybe that is the forever of it all. A glance and nothing more. You as gone as I. Two lives. One skipping moment of connection. One peek, brightly cast into another, a life that is all its own. That is all I have ever been.
Because here we are now. You there, me here, living as we have. As we will. Until we don’t.
But I saw you. Then and there.
I saw us. That fleeting moment of our lives.
And that is all. And that is everything.