There were two moments
One passed unnoticed, the other fairly screamed.
Yet each one led to everything that followed.
In time the world forgot this misbegotten wound
As time and distance did their necessary work.
Yet anyone was there could still remember
That there were two moments
The one they talked about, and the one
The other one, never talked about.
You, who will never say the words,
Who can worship only frozen time,
Who believes all has been forgotten,
Are not innocent, any more
Than I.
For there were two moments,
The one seen by the world, and
The other one, seen only in your eyes
And reflected, I confess, in mine.