Moments make up memories,
Memories make up the past,
The present soon becomes it,
And the future after that.
And yet - we don't appreciate
the moments eating in restaurants;
waiting at the bus stop;
or most importantly, the ones
we spend with people.
It's all a mistake;
And we'll only realize that when they're gone;
when the moment has passed;
when it becomes a memory;
when all that's left is an older me.
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Gone was time • poetry collection
PoetryYou don't see it. You don't hear it. You don't feel it. Quietly, it creeps away like a sinful thief, stealing all your moments, your months, your memories and gone was time. More often than not, many of us don't fully comprehend the weight a moment...
