When the goodbyes come, the magic of the night fades to reality and the doubt sets in and it cuts like a knife to my heart, so precious and rare are the moments we have like fleeting moments in the dark.
My mind wonders to where you go, what you do, who you see, and could we be just for a moment, you and I as one, instead of our fleeting moments in the dark.
Could we have more, less, or maybe one last caress before the morning sun comes to slice into the bliss of this, our fleeting moments in the dark.
Is there another who holds you when I'm not there, a presence that threatens to leave my heart empty and full of despair, does your heart really care for any of these, our fleeting moments in the dark.
Written by Me( Jessica Spearman) on June 28th 2006....steal it if you want but I know I wrote it......
