We hold on to our all our goodbyes. We tap them and eke out of them every single drop we can squeeze. We harvest them for no one but ourselves, savoring the seconds as they slip out of the hands we have to hold them. Our minds are simple sieves, only holding on to simple needs.

Time urges us on, as we're only visitors here. These moments were only stops to some destination unknown. If nothing else, time is a gracious guide and lets us relish what feelings or emotions our pauses bring to us.

Even though we linger here, we know we can't stay for long. Living isn't staying here, and we can't stay; time is always moving on. Let's seal parts of ourselves in the words that we say, the photos that we take, and the laughs that we create. If time takes me to a separate place, at least somewhere we knew we had those days.