Cut-moments

I wish I could gift you one moment

One moment of pure oxygen
Or one moment of my knees
Or one moment of the taste of beef
Or one moment of eternal bliss

You are silent.
Your silence deafens me.
Your eyes, I don't know, your eyes...
... I remember your eyes when I last left...
We had cried like babies.
An adult father and an adult daughter
In the International Departure Zone.

I wish I had taken pictures of
little moments like such

like cut scenes from a French film

so then I could piece them together
in a long reel of 'cut-moments'

and gift me one moment of peace.