Stop

Reaching for distraction

To invite loss

Spilling moments sideways

Into the abyss

Of unmarked time. 

This desire

Necessitating the urge

To pluck and procure

One morsel to quantify

Time. 

Collecting only courtesy

Storing unshaven smiles

Insisting on, 'imagined' connections

Knowing full well 

'It's there'.

Keeping warm on ideas

Promising 'soon' is nearby

Giving wind to sails of false bravado

While slinking into oodles of, 

'Business' as usual. 

The double hug was real

Thrice it reached back in

A year and a few ago, widening out 

Rounding the quotient of infinity

Between us. 

Nailed into permanent memory

You.