in a moment, there is all that is irretractable and irreversible
in a moment.

at one point in time, there were words that might have been said but then the timing's missed, and the unspoken words sink back into silence and creep under dark covers, waiting, burning, wanting
to be released
but the moment is gone, and now the words swimming around in the vacuum of unspoken space seem absurd, obscure, and entirely out of place.

in the silence, there is still the presence of everything

if instead, in that moment, one spoke and regretted
then all that is irretractable and irreversible remains
for even if one could be forgiven and wounds smoothed over
in that moment, a knife cut through the air and pierced the other

was it worth it, is it worth it?
these spoken words, unspoken thoughts,
and all the noise and fury that rises and falls

in a moment, an opportunity
in a moment, a time to be still

leave it behind. your need to be justified, your desire to be heard. no hour is repeated and what use is there in playing scenes of "could have beens" "should have beens" over and over again in the mind's eye. you live in the now and this is an hour that is slipping. hold it in your hand, take it.

I shall not pass this way again, i shall not pass this way again
any good that i can do now, let me do it and not delay
stephen grellet,paraphrased.