The Dimensions of a Moment

I was not present when it happened
but, I did notice the evidence.
Sure, the gentle breeze
was still tickling it's existence,
causing it to quiver and to dance in the morning sun;
But, it still happened.

That single leaf was once a part of a branch
from a limb off of the tree in my front yard;
yet now, having been coaxed by the breezes,
and gently urged by a gravitational pull that didn't care...
it has become a separate entity,
now, restlessly lounging on the lawn.

I was not there for that particular moment.
But, I know very well that it fell,
and life is full of such moments;
and what is definitely now,
exists entirely because of the power of a single moment,
one, that whether observed or not, still happened.

I have missed a lot of moments, in my life,
which is a shame, because each moment should be savored.
Especially the moments that were meant to be shared.
Those are the most valuable of all moments;
and when they're missed by one,
they're not always missed by the other...

and that can either add the dimension of joy,
sorrow, or even magic to the moment.
I personally have shared that magic with another,
experienced the joy of knowing a moment all alone,
and the sorrow of missing out on a moment
that was supposed to have been magical.

But, I was too busy, distracted, or otherwise engaged,
and that is very tragic.
For, a moment gone still exists by it's yield.
But, the magic that was to be shared is gone, but for forever;
and the shadows of disappointment
will forever dim the lustre of that moment, from our eyes.