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
There is a moment
