any less

I'm coming around to see
That we're saying goodbye
So much more often than we realize
And the length of much of our
Moment's half-lives
Are pretty short most of the time

My memory feels like a shot glass
Held aloft to catch as much of
The rain as I can
Once caught all of its
Contents become corrosive
I'm yet to find a vessel
That's durable enough to keep them

Still they're embers to warm your hands by
When you're scared it all escaped
Through a door you forgot you left open
Leaving nothing behind
But cold air, echoes, and fluorescent lights

It often never comes back
That doesn't make it worth any less



Credits
Writer(s): Max Whittaker
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