Time is a fleeting thing, a precious gift of life’s days, It comes and goes, a bird with swift wings. How I wish I could have more time, but time is fleeting, like a passing breeze, it moves fast and cannot be grasped, it’s there one day, gone the next. Of this precious gift I give you mine because you are worth every second spent.

I linger in moments long ago,and stroll through the fields of days gone by,Reminiscing on all that was and will be.

The pain we feel so deeply inside is the longing to capture moments in life. It is an illusion of the mind that this time can always be kept. We have to let the moments go and learn to accept the goodbyes. No matter the joy or sorrow, keep your heart open and your spirit willing. Embrace the highs and lows of life, cherishing each moment as it passes; that is the essence of living.

She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the assumption that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.

You know, I always erase everything… And lately, my memory loss is erasing what time hasn’t.

She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the notion that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.