A heartbeat, a kiss, or a touch of a fingertip,
Tiny fleeting moments of pure bliss.
A desire, a hope, a moment of trust,
Fills your mind in a joyous rush.
A sacred bond or a secret wish,
Endless beautiful moments to cherish.
You dream & laugh aloud,
The space around encloses you like a lovely shroud.
You wake up to the truth & you shiver & sigh,
Dreams have an expiration date; that’s why they die.
You stand and wrap your torn shroud and move on holding your head proud.
You dust off your feet and accept your grief,
You stand tall because you can still breathe.
You look around for good and face the bad,
You make a resolve not to get shattered again like a glass.
You remember the saying that life is short, one minute you are here and the other you are not.
You look around and say aloud, I am going to move on alone and without regrets,
My life seconds are spending out and I must invest.
No one can stay with me except me, and no one can love me like I can,
So, shake off the dust and say that “I can.”
