Moments

if you doubt that moments slip away fast

take a walk with your hearts intent

strike up a conversation

but beware your lament

the brief second you studder

or trip over your though

doubt your confidence

or rethink; you’re caught

you’ll feel the momeny slip away too fast

and tumble it’s way into the past

you’ll see it sucked up in your lovers eyes

and shot out again

as you wish you’d said

what your brain thought you’d naught

the moral is not

that you meant to net a heart

but swung a strike three

rather that the moment exists

and can slip away so tenderly