James Friedman
I spent some time with someone today
I held their hand and
Well
We talked for a while
Some will say it’s not special but
I’m learning to take every breath
I know that they’ll die one day
Whether I outlive them or them me
I know that’s not the important part
We are what we spend our time on
Every soul is a flicker of eternity
And eternity is made of moments
Moments like the ones where I held her hand by the train station
In the rain
And she spoke softly to me, and me to her
And we rode the way home together
Passing pillars of light
As we weaved through the hours
I remember she said
“It’s nice to have someone to share the rain with”
But she stayed past that moment
And we shared many more
We snapped I-60 on i60
Praying the film would last as long as the road did
We never went digital
We never looked back
Not until we finished the trip anyway
Coasting from the ocean to the desert and back again
Even on a dry day
It’s nice to have someone to share the rain with
All that time
Unalone
Whoever said that those scenes go away?
Whoever said that life stopped when you got back to your bedroom door?
Memory is what creation gave us to know what there is
To perceive it is a joy
To watch the film unfold as we are sculpted through time
Moment to moment
Knowing better than to justify means
That lead to no end
Just remember that there is a processing fee
Don’t bankrupt the film before it’s finished