Moments

How the litte present-tenses of one's life slip away and we never ever notice.

I never noticed my moments with you
Wash away.
There were always plenty of smiles
To go around, always more
Bottles to be passed around, always
Another story to be told.
This day and the next,
Each moment meant nothing but
A ticket to the next,
Between bed sheets
Between scores
Streaming past us, following
The contours of our bodies.
We were embers glowering in the emptiness

Holding out against the emptiness
Holding each other in the darkness.

You started crying. I never really
Thought about it.
But I stopped to write it down.
Lest the moment slip my memory.