A moment is the potent measure for time.

In less seconds to wake, in fewer breathes to gasp, a new course can be forged.

Remember always the shaking sands underneath we build our lives.

Yesterday, I sat a happy half. Today, I wish to be whole.

A flash of chance forced on a new mask.

You felt you witnessed my true colors.

I felt you saw what you desired.

As if the late nights, expensive dinners, long walks and stolen kisses were a web of lies.

No, my love, you held my heart.

All of it.

No deception, no ruse. For others maybe, but I couldn’t be you.

I met your grandfather and made him laugh.

You met my grandmother and she thanked Heaven for what I had.

Life was certain.

Path’s laid, roads marked and concrete for streets with baby names ahead.

In a heartbeat, you washed you hands clean of me.

I’m still in the dark, dim eyes waiting for my lonely Sky to crack up with an answer.

Closure isn’t coming. Not tonight at least.

I’ve been here before, just not at thirty.

I figured adults don’t get heart broken. Turns out, it’s worse. We become brittle.

A fresh to this ache, I sit in the ashes to a war I could not know to wage. Why would I?

I loved her. And her me, just a day ago.

Did she overreact? My mother says so. So do friends, churches, kings, queens, and fish under the sea. But I defend her.

Did a small mistake extinguish my love? Certainly.

Does that make it destiny? Surely not.

But does it hurt?

It’s a yawning sore in my chest.

I weep for now.

Tomorrow, maybe a second will bless me.

And bring her back to me. Someway.

Somehow.