Little moments stolen from you.
3:15 P.M. Saturday afternoon
sipping cola out of the can
7:30 A.M. Tuesday
first slivers of sun
slipping through the blinds
falling on your eyelids
the candy bar in your coat pocket
flower in your hair somehow gone by the end of the day.
Little coins collected from the bottom of your purse.
5:36 P.M. Sunday, feet dangling from the ledge of the pool,
splashing your little brother.
2:55 P.M. Thursday playing hooky
sipping on a Marilyn Monroe, bare knees touching thinking,
“there could be nothing better than this,
please don’t let me forget”
and he tucks your hair behind you ear, whispers something into it.
memories fill the gaps in your mind, then dissipate
into the vast atmosphere and you laugh through
all of it, occupied because there is life left to live,
surprises around the corner. If only I could
see past this day, get through the year,
I wonder where I will be a decade
moments here and there
leaving a huge gaping
hole and you turn
where it all