There is a moment

There is a moment when dust collects on the things we love.

There is a moment when it’s song is lost to us.

There is a moment when it fades from our pleasant thoughts.

There is a moment of sadness, when it’s never sought.

But don’t you dare forget.

There is a moment when the dust is whipped of the things we love.

There is a moment when it plays a song again for us.

There is a moment when it is no longer just a thought.

There is a moment when it no longer needs to be sought.

R.D. Jess