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.

Nothing more.

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.