There are moments
when words fall short…
short silence
says even less…
Less time
moves slowly…
slowly slipping
through our hands…
Hands try
to hold on…
on life
as it passes…
Passes love
within us…
us holding back
what we should show…
Show more…
more than we did…
did we miss
what mattered most?
Most days
now feel distant…
distant thoughts
of if only…
Only I had…
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 4:10 AM UTC
There are moments
when words fall short…
short silence
says even less…
Less time
moves slowly…
slowly slipping
through our hands…
Hands try
to hold on…
on life
as it passes…
Passes love
within us…
us holding back
what we should show…
Show more…
more than we did…
did we miss
what mattered most?
Most days
now feel distant…
distant thoughts
of if only…
Only I had…
My quiet reflection on time, love, and the moments we let slip away. In hindsight, we see what mattered most—and wish we had held on just a little longer.
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