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A moment that will pass too soon So much I want to say that can never be uttered in those few seconds Wishing we could skip this nonsense the hours waiting in a long line snaking out the door and down the hallway sacrificing half a week’s pay That we could meet as most people do Simply as souls curious about the other sitting in a quiet booth in the back corner of a bar enjoying a drink or two conversing casually posing deep questions pondering the moments in our past that set us on our separate paths where we each hope to go from here instead of walking away from you before you’ve even had the chance to note the color of my eyes to disappear back into a mass of humanity knowing full well you won’t remember me ten minutes from now any more than you would a certain grain of sand on a beach a leaf on a tree one particular ant in a colony that if I were to be squashed under someone’s shoe it would make no difference to you