Fleeting Moments

We wandered through museums, getting lost in antique halls. I remember your

laughter softly ringing like sunlight bouncing off the walls. We'd share a smile at sunset,

talking quiet, gentle ways, and every fleeting simple moment felt like it

could last for days. I tried to hold the pieces, tried to keep

the shadows light, but love alone can't always build a home, even when hearts

feel right. I love those evenings in the park, how your presence

made my worries fall apart, but something slowly pulled away, a quiet I

could not keep at bay. I wrote the words I couldn't say,