being n becoming

How does  a human thought get stuck way between being and becoming?
Perhaps grey wisdom was quicker than light to see what was missed by others.
Perhaps what was denied within or rather a failure to recognise that somebody had touched a life in a way it will never be the same again.
Across months one saw the other a committed self. So polite exchange was natural, distance was consciously forged in respect of values.
And then destiny hoodwinks at human ways.
As years roll down to a year, a realization of the other yet to be committed.
Then a hesitation across a thin line as to what it was.
A nameless bond.
Friendship was based on introduction.
Love was based on liking.
Across the months sealed in silence of the unknown, nothing had been forged, nothing expressed.
And the meeting of two selves happens at the point of departure.
At a juncture where one was too lost to hold to the other, and the other perhaps fed up with trying to help.
So a departure like a half hearted conversation.
That helpless sense of never again after a last reach out through a grey wisdom.
perhaps it is in that vacuum that a human thought gets stuck between being and becoming.
That faint recognition of what a certain grey wisdom sensed into being long back watching two lives and that sense of becoming aware of what never saw light.