I used to think that everything was worth keeping Had to promise it would stay. Like every good thing needed Some forever built their way. I'd measure love in calendars, In anniversaries and years. As though time was proof of meaning, As though endings canceled tears. Then this city found us walking, With no reason and no plan. And somehow one ordinary evening Has rewritten who I am. Maybe nothing lasts forever. Maybe... That isn't failure. Maybe that's the point. Beautiful temporary things— The morning mist, the church bells ring. The last note of a violin, The way a summer breeze begins. A match that burns before it's gone, The stars that disappear at dawn. You don't love them less Because they leave. They're beautiful Because they leave. There's a café closing slowly, Someone stacking empty chairs. A waiter sweeping yesterday Into the cool night air. Tomorrow none of this will matter To the people passing by. But I'll remember how you laughed At the moon for looking shy. You'll probably never know How carefully this night Has folded itself Into my life. Maybe memories Aren't trying to replace the moment. They're simply proof It happened. Beautiful temporary things— A whispered joke, a passing train. The echo underneath a bridge, The scent of sidewalks after rain. A hand that almost reaches mine, A conversation stealing time. Maybe nothing's meant to last. Maybe everything Is meant to matter. One day I'll be older than I am tonight. This city will belong To someone else's memories. These streets won't remember Our footsteps. The cafés won't remember Our names. Even the stars Will be somewhere else. But for these few hours... This world Has made room For two people Who didn't know They were looking For each other. Beautiful temporary things— A heart unlocked, a window light. The courage hidden in a choice, The miracle of one shared night. No photograph could hold it still. No story tells the way it feels. Some moments aren't supposed To last forever. They're only meant To find you... Change you... And quietly become A part of who you are. Beautiful temporary things. That's what tonight will be. And somehow... That's more than enough For me.
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