moments fleet
along with seconds
minutes are easily missed
these words
consume years of my life
decades for a kiss
years are forgotten
to replace the new
with party favors
and balloons
potential slips
from finger-tips
as we make room
for the new
lists are misplaced
along with our control
we grasp at straws
to make sense
of this world.
yet we miss the moment
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The Stardust in a Black Hole
PoetryA reflective tale of self-growth that connects the reader to a deeper sense of self.
