• wind_rider 10w

    It's in the past.

    Shed a tear
    For the days we have lost
    To mere contemplation.
    Mourn for the loss
    Of every minute that goes by
    That only accepts gifts
    In hindsight.
    Acknowledge this contrite,
    For otherwise, it is all but lost,
    In making these memories,
    That will fade before the next hindsight.