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You try to catch it,
fleeting out of corner vision,
you try to reach it,
glinting in a certain light,
You try to breathe it,
with one anxious breath after another.
You miss it,
when it fades in darkness,
You kiss it,
when it lands unnoticed on your lips.
You try to see it,
when it’s dancing in a moonbeam,
You try to be it,
when no one else notices,
It’s quick, and moves with every moment,
It evades your touch,
by the wind from your fingers,
It’s precious,
when you cannot have it.
So tiny a thing, letting go,
Like catching it would be easy,
But it’s always tossing and turning,
because it’s too small to sit still.
A thousand a night.
I miss every one.