Kiss and make up

There were 14 seconds sixteen years ago, 
Remember?
14 seconds that wrestled us into a sane space
The same space
After weeks of rushing past the obvious
Those 14 seconds stopped and stared us down.

There were 14 seconds half a life ago, 
Remember?
14 seconds that wrenched our voices 
Cored our heart space
Through months of mumbled greetings
Those 14 seconds glared and groped and slowed us down.

There were 14 seconds now too long ago,
Remember?
14 seconds that writing writhes and rumbles
Back to present tense
Past years of stolen silences
Those 14 seconds stroke and touch and kiss our lips again.  

Perfection is as fleeting as a winter frost in spring.