Lives

Living our lives
mine, yours, our,
quick as a flash
in a splash of colour
and then always a dark patch
(it can’t always be perfect)
that we get through
got through
for everything happens
so fast
too fast
and now is the past
already
and already
we’re further down the line
than when these thoughts
occurred
and then for me
there’s this reaching
for the words
the right word
in order to record
this precise feeling
this particular response
this fleeting heart thumping
moment
as it happens
and is gone
and is history repeated
as someone looks
and reads
and gets it
or doesn’t

Holding On