We Are Moments In Time
Poetry and Prose by Britt Wolfe
We are brief,
but not insignificant.
Small, yes—
but stitched into the fabric of forever.
We flare for an instant
in the vast machinery of time—
a pulse, a tremor,
a spark that dares to call itself alive.
The stars do not know our names,
and yet we name them.
We look up and find meaning
in their cold, indifferent shimmer,
and maybe that’s what makes us holy—
the way we love what will never love us back.
I have made peace with vanishing.
The beauty was never in the staying—
it was in the being.
In the way you smiled once,
and the universe briefly rearranged itself
to accommodate the sound.
Every life I’ve brushed against
has become a constellation—
small lights that guide me home.
I am not the sum of my years,
but of the people who passed through them,
leaving fingerprints on the inside of my soul.
We will all fade.
The world will continue, untroubled.
But somewhere,
some echo of this tenderness will remain—
the warmth of laughter in a forgotten room,
the kindness that outlived its name.
And maybe that’s enough—
to have loved so fiercely
that even after we’re gone,
something of our light
still wanders the dark,
searching for another heart
to touch.
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