ah, sweet moments, those often tiny
vignettes of time, captured landscapes,
life quilled upon passing seasons,
gifts and treasures collected
and tucked into memories' dusty
corners, filling the soul's bookshelf...
but sometimes there comes a moment
unnoticed and slipping quietly into its own
silence... it will have no tomorrows,
no memory to ease the emptiness
of regret or words to paint upon
a bare canvas, no poetry to still
the heart, and no whisper
to drift upon the wind... instead
there is only the lingering silence
and a moment that will never
breathe again... it might
have been a song, perhaps
a dream or a poem never
written... it might have been
simply a memory...