holiday muses

"...that i couldn't find the words to--"
make a million things that could've happened, work.

and,
it's through these countless regret,
or rather, a softened version of this emotion,
that we learn to treasure each passing moment
each fleeting touch

[-ing]: progressive form--
continually

i'll cling to all that i can get hold of,
and imprint it in me

music: All Behind Us Now-- Patti Austin