The moments slip slowly away,
Disappearing with time.They seem to pass more quickly now,
Without reason or rhyme.
Yet when I reflect back on them,
In each one it is clear
That no matter what I faced then,
I see now, You were near.
I don’t regret the minutes past,
Though they won’t come again,
For each one was spent close to you…
Though I knew it not, then.
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