Once

Once,
when we were lovers,
the world stopped
in that moment
when we found
the lost kitten,
just a few weeks old.
We held it together,
our faces touched
as we came in close
to the wonder.
Our breaths
sucked in the same air
as we passed
the softness between our hands
so light and warm.

It squirmed and squealed,
a short distance away,
the mother beckoned.

The world started up
again.