i don’t look back much
for what’s happening now
has replaced that
which has happened
every instant born
a whispering traveler
for a short time a moon
chased by another moon
we transfer to the next train
at the next stop
the followed one
never allowed
to look back or
whimper as it leaves
each one has its moment
in time why mourn
the one that just left?
besides
you never know
who will be
your next companion
for just a little while