This moment stands in front of me
like a crystalline statuette,
so precious, so beautiful.
As I hold it in my hands
I know that time is at its end,
and I watch it slip away!
Only pieces of what were before remain intact,
each with their stories adding up to the whole.
We fight to hold on to what still remains
as the memories, like shards of glass, carve into our hands.
No! I know the time has come for you to go.
But, I wish on everything that you could stay.
Because, I can’t bear to watch you walk away.
Please! Come back! Come back! Come back to me.
When all good things fade to their ends
I will hold you close and I’ll pretend
that nothing ever changes
and everything is in this moment
that this moment is forever,
that this moment is everything.
I know this moment is ...
This moment stands in front of me
like a crystalline statuette,
so precious, so beautiful.
As I hold it in my hands
I feel it slip out of my grasp!
Only pieces of what were before remain intact,
each with their stories adding up to the whole.
We fight to hold on to what still remains
as the memories, like shards of glass, carve into our hands.
Memories ... shards of glass ... blood on my hands.
