Now We Are

Now we are friends;
but in your past and my past
friends have passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere friends are laughing.
Somewhere friends are crying.

Now we are lovers;
but in your past and my past
lovers have passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere lovers are dreaming.
Somewhere lovers are grieving.

Now we are talking;
but in your past and my past
the talking has passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere conversations are starting.
Somewhere conversations are ending.

Now we are evenings;
but in your past and my past
evenings have passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere evenings are coming.
Somewhere evenings are going.

Now we are poets;
but in your past and my past
poetry has passed.
Time is always taking us somewhere.
Somewhere poems are kindling.
Somewhere poems are burning.

Time is so silent and imperceptible,
in its flowing from here to there.
Only now in this writing
can I say I see this coming.

Yet always believe in something else.