There's a moment,
some once, not someone
It rests between a before and an after,
Between a then and a now.

I'm sitting.
I'm sitting, and the sun is shining onto my dashboard.
I'm sitting and I'm getting sweaty because there you are,
quite simply sitting next to me and the world seems to be closing in.
Quite presently, in fact.

Quite presently, as well, I'm quite afraid I may close to lose my mind
and my marbles,
and my willpower.
I'm quite afraid of quite a lot, I'm quite afraid.

At this moment, when this moment was the here and the now,
the one you're supposedly supposed to live in,
I would have died and gone to heaven just to hold your hand.
Just touch me, please just touch me.

Instead, in an Olympic Feat
I reach across the center console.
"Act before you have time to think," you think.
I kissed you.