Each moment is precious
Like a water droplet frozen in time
A droplet that can never be saved
And a moment that can easily be lost

But yet somehow we save them
In the backs of our minds
In our wrinkles and scars
In the sleeves of our sweaters
In the creases in our heart
That moment is held
Suspended like a spider web
Awaiting the taint of its next touch

The rush of the moment is one of pure joy
And indeed there is sadness in joy
But sadness that the moment will soon be over
And the rush will be gone
And the feeling will be nonexistent
And suddenly you will feel broken again

But the moment can last
In our wrinkles and scars
In the sleeves of our sweaters
In the creases in our heart
That moment is held
Suspended like a spider web
Awaiting the taint of it’s next touch

And yet every time
We fail to realize the importance of the moment
Until it’s too late
And we are already broken again
And the moment is gone
And the rush is over
And the moment is hidden away from view