Days spent gazing at you,
touching life, breathing truth.
Nights awake hoping there was more,
crying aches and distant dreams.
Hours of our escaping moments,
slipping between the creeks.
Seconds turn to longing memories,
leaving without a name.
Every choice, into lost possibilities,
filled wells of regrets and doubt.
Seized notions, opening hidden passages—
a long march of achievements and goals.
The seeds you sowed, roots you grew,
carried by the gust of time.
All those fractions of breaths, gone.
There’s no turning back.
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Jun 3, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
Days spent gazing at you,
touching life, breathing truth.
Nights awake hoping there was more,
crying aches and distant dreams.
Hours of our escaping moments,
slipping between the creeks.
Seconds turn to longing memories,
leaving without a name.
Every choice, into lost possibilities,
filled wells of regrets and doubt.
Seized notions, opening hidden passages—
a long march of achievements and goals.
The seeds you sowed, roots you grew,
carried by the gust of time.
All those fractions of breaths, gone.
There’s no turning back.
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