In the whirlwind of life where moments fly,
We met briefly, a flash in the sky.
No time to linger, no room to stay,
Yet your presence lingers, like the end of day.
A passing glance, a shared smile\'s trace,
In the rush of life, a fleeting embrace.
No time for words, yet a connection made,
In the swift current of life\'s cascade.
No time to ponder, no time to dwell,
Yet in that brief meeting, a tale to tell.
A chapter closed, but the memory\'s rhyme,
In the book of our lives, a snapshot in time.