We were together
mostly in cars and doorways,
vehicles humming, pedestrians passing by.
This is where we exchanged
bits of the surface.
It takes too much time to dig.
Sitting in quiet conversation,
fearless chatter, curiosity about
each other that just never developed.
It seemed
that there was always wind and heat,
bodies moving-
people perusing us both.
Out of the corner of their eyes,
over the edge of their newspapers.
Our chances for
brushing up on each other
were staccato, choppy, brief.
There was never enough
of the right time.