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When I think of moments that took me;

It is not the cheer of a wanting crowd,

It is in a laugh.

The sun skews your vision

And yet you don't need it,

For you're aching from something

They said or did

And you are peaking in a moment.

You are, in a single breath,

So incredibly finite;

You exist in those few seconds,

Before the narrowed you

Is spread again to times past and present.

And yet we don't aspire for these specific times

Or plan for them in advance. 

They are a neat reminder of a life

That you often forget you lead,

Instead of being dragged along

With heels dug in

Trying to slow it down.