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I sat alone
in the morning hours,
staring at the silver moon,
listening to the cars zooming by,
and the crickets chirping,
seemily with pain.
With a sudden rage,
I reached out
attempting to grasp the air,
attempting to hold on to all
that is still true
and beautiful.
When I reopened by hand,
all i found is
Time, slipping through my fingers,
still faster.
Tonight I thought of you,
And the memories I have of you,
And I cried,
for all that is still
true and beautiful in the world.
Alex Chu