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Moments
A Poem
read me true,
and maybe I’ll do the same
in these pages of a story
still left unwritten
we tell ourselves
we’re unique —
a pair in eight billion —
but life doesn’t care about that
yet we steal these
quiet moments
as if they’re treasures
we can cherish for a lifetime
we say we’re going places
as if the universe will hear
and answer our every wish —
but this world’s not so kind
there are days we’ll wonder
why we starve, why we despair,
why we crave love we’ll never have —
oh, we’re such helpless romantics
but the beauty comes
in a stray teardrop turned to ice
or a miracle garden blooming
in the dead of a frosted morning
and we’ll say to our kids
that life was so much harder
while they run circles around us
and laugh at our hopeless nostalgia