Stolen Moments
I feel your heart pace,
Almost as if it’s trying to win a race.
You hear mine pound,
So hard it begs to leave its cage.
Vanilla ice cream dates;
Chocolate fudge cake dessert;
Drives in the night
With the traffic lights peering in.
You mumble under your breath,
“I hope this moment never ends.”
Years pass,
And you reflect on the past.
These moments play, and you remember:
At 18, you promised me you’d always be there,
But it seems that wasn’t enough for Aphrodite to care.
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