Now while it’s raining

There I am;
a blink, a birth,
a wish to be the one across eons.
Fading like the others into dust,
scared of what body holds for me.
Love as a reminiscence,
powerless, lacking rebellion.
Here we are:
looking at each other,
wondering if there is still a passage
behind the glass,
confessing that we are stuck together,
regardless of the perspective.