There are delicate moments in time
They are fragile in their forming
And in their care
We carelessly disregard their existence
What happens when your moments are shattered
When they are taken and broken and battered
When you have none to even hold onto
When cracks are formed for them to escape through
We take our precious pieces for granted
Never giving them a second thought
We rely on them to be there
But one day an attempt to find might be for naught
Have I loved
Do I have friends
Do I have someone who loved me
Will they find me in the end
What if they donโt reach out
What if I continue to drift
I will never even know
What pieces I have missed
Moments are worth remembering if they are worth having
Take heed of what you do with them
For in aย split second ofโฆ
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