There are some moments
We think would last,
But in a fraction of second 
Disappear at once.
So why can we not forget
The thing not in front of us?
Why do we take so long,
Enough that we lament over them,
Thinking, if they’d ever come back to us;
Well, maybe because we’re not strong enough,
To let go of the past, to live in the present
But what if we forget the past, all those memories and all that laughter?
If that happens, ever, that is, 
We might just lose control over our life, 
Which is probably already gone by then.
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