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January 06, 2009

One Moment More

Hold me
Even though I know you're leaving
And show me
All the reasons you would stay
It's just enough to feel your breath on mine
To warm my soul and ease my mind
You've got to hold me and show me now

Give me
Just one part of you to cling to
And keep me
Everywhere you are
It's just enough to steal my heart and run
And fade out with the falling sun

Oh, please don't go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
You've got to hold me and keep me

Tell me that someday you'll be returning
And maybe
Maybe I'll believe
It's just enough to see a shooting star
To know you're never really far
It's just enough to see a shooting star
To know you're never really gone

Oh, please don't go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more

Oh, please don't go
Let me have you just one moment more
Oh, all I need
All I want is just one moment more
You've got to hold me and maybe I'll believe

So hold me
Even though I know you're leaving

I didn't want to have to write this post.

All the people we have loved can never really leave us. Though time, or miles, or even death may separate us we hold them in our hearts.

Anytime we wish, we can close our eyes and wander down the half forgotten paths of memory. And there they are. Right where we left them. Evergreen.

Ever present. It is not the same. But it is something. And so long as we love them, so long as we visit them in our minds, they will never die. And we can never really lose what they gave us.

Posted by Cassandra at January 6, 2009 11:27 AM

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Comments

Thank you, my friend.
That was beautiful.

Posted by: DL Sly at January 6, 2009 12:02 PM

:)

Sorry it took me a while. I wanted to find just the right song for you and it didn't come right away.

Posted by: Cassandra at January 6, 2009 12:09 PM

that was incredible cassandra - i am blubbering like a baby here.

Posted by: kate at January 6, 2009 12:47 PM

Absolutely.

Posted by: Cricket at January 6, 2009 01:53 PM

Perfect, Cass.

Posted by: Sly's Wardrobe Mistress at January 6, 2009 02:17 PM

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime

Wm. Shakespeare, I. Sonnet 3, l. 9

Peace ever to you all of your days.

Posted by: spr rdr at January 6, 2009 07:52 PM

She is indeed her mother's daughter, spd.

You chose more wisely than you can know. Thank you.

Posted by: Cassandra at January 6, 2009 08:07 PM

oh yes, you can miss more than you know and only hope that it isn't forever.

Posted by: Curtis at January 9, 2009 05:43 AM

Beautiful, indeed.

Posted by: MaryAnn at January 9, 2009 12:24 PM

It reminded me of this.

Things You Didn’t Do

Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and I dented it? I thought you'd kill me.

But you didn't.

And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say, "I told you so."

But you didn't.

Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were? I thought you'd leave me.

But you didn't.

Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug? I thought you'd hit me.

But you didn't.

And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans? I thought you'd drop me.

But you didn't.

Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do, but you put up with me, and you loved me, and you protected me. There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Viet Nam.

But you didn't.

Posted by: BillT at January 9, 2009 01:36 PM

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