The Little Moments

"It's what matters,

the little moments", you had said.

Now I'm alone

With the mere memories of you inside my head.

Perhaps, it was better when I didn't pay no heed

to your words, to your deeds,

but looking back, a second in your presence alone

was worth more than this agonizing tone

I hear, I see

All around me.

Now, the yearning is all I know,

I wonder how far would I need to go

Do you wonder if we'll look again in the eye?

Do you think the little moment would be worth a try?

Was the cruel play of fate behind this all?

Won't we cross paths again this fall?

Would you still remember me?

Or would I be the little moment you forgot?