Watching a man older than herself, she wonders how she could mean anything to him who has already known so much life.
They may have shared a few moments, but those moments are drops when compared to the ocean of life he’s shared with so many others not her.
How can she be more than a passing thought, a gentle breeze; nice but leaving no mark. He’ll forget her as soon as the weather changes.
But she’ll fall; a tear into the ocean of his life.
He could catch her.
But more likely he’ll wipe her away without a thought.