That window of perfection, so small, brief and elusive
Almost invisible it begs for your detection
You can’t see it when you’re in it but it’s obtrusive
It gnaws at you with its sheer perfection
You aspire to make it last longer but it’s already gone
You gasp as it slips through your fingers
But only knowing it once was makes you strong
It’s that futile yearning that nervously lingers
Where did it go, why didn’t I relish it more?
Would I feel different had I know that moment was gone forever
Was I looking in the wrong places or wondering what was it for?
There is no answer because it’s bound to happen again
Then I better take note, or is it happening right this very moment?
Maybe not now, but there is no telling when
Just be aware of this precious component
Happiness lies not in repetition
Experiences most be enjoyed with eyes open