How
the past, looks onto the present, and laughs.
tears sliding down cheeks in reminiscence of what was.
The moment he wrapped his arms around you,
massive limbs caressing you,
caving you in from the iniquity
Love. Spreading from your lips,
warmth. Making you smile.
Not every moment can last,
not every moment can be remembered,
The only moment that truly matters,
is the one that is missed.
Written: Arlana Panduleni Shikongo
