Its strange,
When we wish,
It had happened,
Something that slipped,
Even before it could ensue,
Something that you could not hold on to,
Even at the beginning,
Something that could not hold on to you,
Even in the hardest moments of yearning,
Something that made you happy once,
But could not sustain even a short while,
Something that brought the best out of you,
And still caused you to let it slip..
Strange,
That such lovely somethings
Could not last,
Stranger,
The very point they drive across,
By not lasting,
We overlook..
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