Fleeting Moments Lost in Time

Persistently, I strive to unearth a memory,
Misplaced in the recesses of the past.
A splendid moment, once a source of delight,
Its recollection, a temporal treasure unsurpassed.
 
One fine morning, the sentiment dissipated,
Vanishing along with the cherished memory.
I search within the depths of my own heart,
Pondering: where has it chosen to flee?
 
Countless fragments of moments, each in its time,
Conspire to weave the tapestry of our lives.
Occasionally, we forfeit a luminous fragment,
A challenge to substitute, as it fervently strives.