How Do You Feel?

The moments shared
between drinks and conversations,
how time passing,
what nothing but a mere
conjunction of body
movements and cigarette packs.

The thoughts on the floor,
the thoughts in my head,
the connection that 
is an ordinary thread,
can extend to the door
that will never shut.

Where you are,
where you will be,
the endless opportunities
of chance happening
and countless encounters
of mindless speech
and hugs never reached.

The unsavory distance
and the unpronounced feelings
of what is or was,
is as real as a prick
to the finger,
and how the technology 
of the brain with it's 
spaces and faces in between,
the moments cannot be disrupted,
and i hope that everything
that is up until now
will be persevered
and maintained
only so that one day
a convention will form.