I tried to tell you that there are better uses of life
Then waiting, like that, for the other shoe to drop.
There is living each day as one eternity, the moment
Stretching on, the day never fading even if we think
It will never come again.
And you asked me if anything
Ever did, and yet again when I hesitated, lost for words.
I found them to say that the moment is everything and nothing:
We hold only the moment, I said, and your face scrunched up and cried.
You cried worse when I asked what the matter was.
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