How long was the moment that changed us?
How tight was the grip it must have had around the hands of time
when it held back what was right and what was wrong between us
long enough to allow our humanness to stand alone?
And lay bare the purest sense of us,
set apart from the chaos,
granting safe passage to the place where honesty resides.
In between our feelings and failings
and the understandings therein.
In the trenches of our utmost best,
we found a common thread.
A thin line.
A crack in our armor.
The width of a moment.