In a moments notice I was in another place.
My feet walk on the hot sand.
A cool ocean breeze runs through my hair.
Your fingers settled in between mine.
The world had it’s worries but we forgot to care.
Can a moment like this stretch into eternity,
when you look into someone’s eyes?
But time always moves on.
The moment always dies.
And you look back and dream,
wishing of another day;
to be again in that moment.
But as you dream of the past,
today, the moment that could have been,
slowly drifts away.
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