will one day be what might have been.

Not even one day…

tomorrow, tonight, this morning, an hour…

just,

after this.

Here, now, the turning point,

what is, held, holding,

just.

Faces, watching, waiting,

looking now,

now slowly moving round.

Time extending,

slowing exponentially,

the moment always coming

- look, now, it’s nearer now -

but still the faces watching,

circling, waiting for the point at which

what will be,

is,

and what might have been,

what might have been.