Just a fleeting instant —
and yet, sometimes, a whole life fits inside a single moment.
It’s when the last light of day tilts across the porch,
and you turn by chance,
catching someone’s gaze upon you.
No words,
only a breath that brushes close,
and a heartbeat that stumbles once.
That moment makes no sound,
gives no warning,
yet it carves itself deeper than any promise ever could.
Then the days pass,
people drift away,
but the memory lingers —
like a sliver of sunlight left upon a shoulder,
like the morning coffee scent that never fully fades.
Perhaps destiny isn’t made of what endures,
but of brief seconds that make us realize
we have, for once, truly lived.
