Longing.

The moment came, and the moment passed.
Like the thunder the click of my shutter missed by 4 milliseconds.
Like the elevator closed shut minutes before I use another tardy in ENG 105.
Like you and I making eye contact in a crowded Target,
and me--blank faced and raped by surprise--being unable to muffle my disgust.

The moment came, and the moment passed.

I never knew that intense heartbreak and betrayal was so quickly quenched
by only brief eye-contact.
Or maybe that's just me.
But I can finally explore your social outlets without souring the contents of my stomach.
Our pictures together seem ions away and part of a past-self I have conquered.
I am at peace.
And the not-so-civil war between us has faded.
My troops have come home.

And I wish for you so strongly of the best.
You may have been vile, but I have built up an immunization.
And I want to danger into your existence to lend my aid.
And I want to defy my instincts to soothe the pains you'll never admit.
I want to give to you, what you never gave to me.

Any remote form of compassion.

Why?
Simply to prove I have a soul worth the graces of this earth.

Because moments come, and moments pass.