Living?

To Live is to allow moments to slip away,
as those you love grow, leave; and die.
To merely exist is to hold on to moments
that should be slipping into one’s past.
I fear that my dearest moments lie somewhere
in the past as I watch them recede from my grasp.
And I stumble desperately after them
wishing they would remain within my reach.
While in the present my precious new moments
remain still-born, for I am not here living.
~ John; 19 December 2008