It ought to be so easy. Shouldn't it?
It's just a little motion of the lips,
A breath of air that lingers on the tips
Of tongues that are no different, not a bit,
From mine or yours. Why then should we just sit
In sudden silence which intensely grips
The room around us as the moment slips
Out of our grasp, and we at last emit
Almost unnoticed sighs because we each
Can see the thought escaping both our minds,
And as it passes, time speeds up again,
So we can watch it pass beyond our reach,
As opportunity swiftly unwinds,
And both of us are left to wonder: When?
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