A minute

Conversations lasting a minute;

Then memories fade away with faces.

What then is the purpose of our encounter?

For it is said that when people meet, they connect.

I guess we didn’t.

For it was only just a minute.

A minute of my sheer eagerness to seek friendship.

You were kind and sweet;

Even queried my interests.

But in that one minute of promising to be my friend,

You left.

And I remained behind with an empty promise

A slice of your persona.

For it was only a minute.

A brief exchange of nothingness.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

You write very well.
Great vocabulary too!
Chance meetings can mean so much to one and very little to the other. So true.
I like this query of a commonality of Life.

[S. S. Allen]

:) thanks much