Every day is made of moments
Somehow they all pass unnoticed
Until that single hour
I hope to keep forever.
For weeks I saw it coming
Anticipation boiling over
And then it was gone
I watched it go.
And I kind of hate the way
It gets farther every day.
One day soon I won't even have the memories
And I'll be a different me
Then gone will be the best day of my life.
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