They slip away, if you’re not mindful, and you won’t have them any more.
Chances to care, but by the time you finally get around to it, are lost. Too little too late.
They slip away, pieces of your heart. (The wrong button, hit in fury over another message, and the silly precious accidental message, the voice of one who means the world to you, is gone.)
Oh, it slipped away. One forever moment. Small hand reaching for mine, brown eyes, heart that simply loved me-caught in the middle of big anger-even after I turned the corner, and slipped away.
Inspired by Velvet Verbosity’s Reverence. 100 words.