Let the moment slip through your fingers. Watch it float away into a sherbet sky of memories, hazy in the afterglow of passing. A brief moment. A pocket sized tragedy. Cascading and tumbling and joining a vast array of other moments, growing increasingly smaller and smaller as they drift farther and farther away, scattering into a bittersweet abyss – an all too familiar void somewhere between the heart and the head, the present and the past, what could have been and what will never be.
Lie awake in bed at night. The passing moment is long gone, but still burns from within. Retrace every step, reword every sentence, edit and revise and omit and analyze, loathing the past for what it could not do and the future for what it will not be.
Wake up in the morning. The moment has become a safe recollection – a tiny black spot in your rear view mirror that use to be a mountain a few forgotten miles back. Security sweeps over passivity, embracing the muted placidity of lost causes, blanketing doubt with the thin veil of self-assurance. Good for you. It’s good you didn’t do anything.
But in that moment – oh those profound fleeing moments of expiring infinity – you see furtive eyes and feel kindred souls and hear words like sermons and taste life and all of its strange flavors. And you imagine the generations upon generations upon generations of people it took to create such a beautiful specimen, the years upon decades upon centuries of coincidence and chance that it took to bring them to you in this very moment. But don’t think about such things for too long because the moment will get up and leave.
But while the moment is here, don’t hesitate. Tell them everything. Tell them not to be afraid to love. Tell them that nobody belongs to anybody, but that everybody needs someone, sometimes. Tell them that nothing last forever, but that forever is only a collection of moments, so dense in numbers that it’s easy for the trees to become the forest. Tell them that you don’t want to hold them back, but that you just want to hold them, even if it is only for this moment. Tell them to smile more, because they have a beautiful smile. Tell them everything. Do it all and to do it right now, right here, because time is a cruel thief and will steal this moment – it will take it and turn it into a sad memory. But wait -
….there it goes. Can you feel it? Nevermind, it’s already gone. The moment floats away. You try to reach out and grab it, but by the time you lift up your hand, it’s just out of reach. It grows increasingly smaller and smaller as it drifts farther and farther away, scattering into a bittersweet abyss – an all too familiar void somewhere between the heart and the head, the present and the past, what could have been and what will never be.
And there it goes. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Goodbye.