Sustenance gained from a casual moment.
Thoughtless act with the soul as only attendee.
Did it change the world, did it alter time?
Not with the apparent flame of an emotional spree.

Nevertheless its done. It's place in time remembered.
A cornerstone of the morning, fountain of support if needed.
For a brief moment it is relished. Then time moves on.
After all it's been done before. No cautions unheeded.

But it has it's place, this brief short kiss.
The world would be different without it.
Maybe not in ways that local news would report.
But without it,
Oh the loss,
Without it.