The silence comforts me

and scares me at the same time.

I feel the fragility of everyone around me

while I draw my strength from them.

It is a celebration and a mourning

this thing called life.

So much to experience

in something so shallowly lived

when you realize

the scope of it.

Moments easily overlooked

when they are the ones that matter most.

People put on hold

when you’re too tired

too busy

too wrapped up in things that mean nothing.

We all are are blinded

to some degree to what really makes

a difference to another soul,

because it hurts sometimes to let it be significant

and we just aren’t willing

to bear that kind of pain.

Maybe if we knew the number of our minutes

just maybe

we would make sure

we used them to touch

the life of another.