This moment in time

This moment in time is gone.
This moment cannot be grasped...it can not be contained.
I am thinking about the last moment and I just missed my present.
Why do I wait for moments, and Why do I wish for moments that were?
The past haunts me like a shadow in this quiet moment.
This is my moment. This is now.
This moment is all I have, but I cannot have it.
This moment is all I really know, but I cannot be defined by it.
This moment has come and gone.
This moment goes by unnoticed.