Done

It’s the moments that matter.
The seconds, the minutes, the… moments… in between.
Like the burst of a spring shower,
Or a run of greens at rush hour,
Once noticed, once forgotten, though never unseen.

It’s the gestures that linger.
The touches, the doors held, the hugs unrequested.
Like a pill taken that remedies all sorts of pain.
Or just the nod that says, you don’t have to explain.
Always noticed, never forgotten, but, who’d have guessed it?

The moment’s gone.

The moment’s done.

Becau...