there are moments
when the clock
strikes its final hour
as the hands
ever so slowly
pass one another
time slows
to only a heartbeat
until our memories
fade into the night
The Creative Chic
there are moments
when the clock
strikes its final hour
as the hands
ever so slowly
pass one another
time slows
to only a heartbeat
until our memories
fade into the night
The Creative Chic 
Short and crisp
Love your poems
You do a beautiful job always
Thank you so much!
I could visualise your words so well, Creative Chic. It’s a lovely poem. I love the concept of memories fading into the night. Xx 💜
Thank you Ellie, you always have the nicest comments on my writings. I love the thought of almost anything fading into the night, feels almost peaceful and freeing. I hope you’re okay. Stay beautiful ❤
Loved the final truth in your last 4 lines! Very moving, My Dear!!
😊💕🌹🌹
Thank you dear friend!
Always a pleasure!! 😊💕🌹