This Moment

I enjoy this moment

when time stops.

I got to look at you,

and watch you.

You’ll be gone soon…

I want to treasure this moment.

You won’t look at me again.

when your arm is out,

I used to be under it…

What do I do?

I’m losing you.


We would never work out again?

Will we?

And still, I cry because of you.

If I keep going like this,

it’ll never stop.

At least I have this moment.

At least I have the memories… 

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