It hurts to realize how quickly that day passes.
Everything about it,
And for now, it simply exists in my head.
Seeing how quickly the night is changing.
YOU ARE READING
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
Fleeting
It hurts to realize how quickly that day passes.
Everything about it,
And for now, it simply exists in my head.
Seeing how quickly the night is changing.
