When We Watch Our Chance Pass Us By

We know each moment won’t last forever
Everything is fleeting
And that’s what makes it beautiful
And difficult

When we can’t hold what’s dear to us
The emptiness is endless, bottomless
What is gone we wish
Would come back

Even as a blur, a shadow
A hint of what was
Or could have been
That single chance lost.

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