We're all sitting in our own moments Individually, but at the same time I'd love to combine them, and hold them Let them become a cacophony of your voice and mine Our moments painted memories conflating and disassembling As if we never ran out of time If we are but ephemeral memories I'm glad that your moments are mine I love that we can live them Because even if our lives are a gossamer thread In the grand scheme of the universe At least they lined up so that you could be my friend I'll revel in my pyrrhic state