Sad.
sad and busy
sit together because they help each other

busy
makes the coffee,
opens the car doors, loads suitcases while sad wonders

sad
wonders when to touch, to hug,
to take a picture and freeze a precious moment to savor, later.

Time,
says busy,, where did it go?
Did I make it be so mysteriously gone?

Time
does not say when, but I
know each goodbye is practice for a greater goodbye

Sad
remembers each hello
is practice too, for a greater greeting outside of time.

They do need each other, these two.