To Measure a Moment

To measure a moment,
I never knew why.
What rhyme or reason
Guides the softest of sighs.

Those small and insignificant moments.
Hold the heart so heavy and deary
The lingering glances,
The held gaze,
The hands that slipped,
The breaths taken aback,
The wisps of hair gently brushed away.
The silence that sat with too much to say.

I tried to stay within the edges of what I knew.
Familiar, yet fading with things I never knew.
Had I known that some smiles were the last I would see,
I would have held them tighter,
Memorized them more carefully.

To weave the bond is to be human.
Yet, to mourn the thread is to be humane.
I wish I had counted those quiet passing days-,
The moments that slipped in ordinary ways.
Had I known that is all I would have left,
I would carve them in life,
Made stillness a keepsake.
And not a theft.

Life is an abyss, vast and unknown.
Icarus rose chasing brilliance,
And fell for what he overlooked.
But I stay and measure what’s small,
And it anchors me home.