The Passing Poem by mifael llauderes

a glimpse got stuck into a gaze
absentmindedly intent
i must be hexed
if only i
am him

a boy could not contain himself
he ran and planted kisses
on her cheek
and she
on him

how am i propelled so fast
i see the shrinking ground
a narrowing world
where erstwhile
vast

and how i'm being shrunken too
i'm growing short and brittle so
steps grew few and slow
were erstwhile
fast

i claim i see more clearly now
with certainty i see somehow
where i fell short
or overshot
were meant

it bore the markings of a great
scheme so measured justly weighed
and i defiantly
and willingly
relent