
Fleeting Dance
The first time I saw you, just a quick spark,
A fleeting dance,
Glance exchanged, whispers we shared,
The strolls through the paths we wandered.
Unsure, but nearby.:
Eyes would seek.
A glance, a smile, the blush on my cheek.
Your selfies, your photos —how I adored.
The way our talks gently moved ahead.
Cherished moments, now a memory.
The silent goodbyes.
The emptiness after the goodbyes:
Why such a feel?
Our first meeting-inside that car.
A rushed hello yet felt like a star.
The chocolate you gave-still my favorite taste.
Do you hold these memories, though
Moments once real, now just a view.
Live every moment.
Hold it tight, before it fades into the night.
Time won’t offer a second chance.
Only memories in a fleeting dance.
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