**The Fleeting Seconds**

As the clock ticks on,
moments slide silently,
each heartbeat a whisper,
each breath a pause,
dancing in the shadow
of midnight's embrace.

A bridge, a threshold—
two worlds parting,
like the colors of dusk,
softly blending, then breaking,
an echo fading into the vast,
unwritten canvas of time.

Remember the laughter,
the tears spilled upon pages,
the dreams woven in twilight,
as we stood on the brink,
eyes bright with...