A part of you

Who knows how many passed you by. A part of you they took, never looking back, going forward on their path. You, gluttonously swallowing parts of them, wanted to hold on to the memory of your existence in someone's eyes, no matter how short or meaningless it is. And I can't stay next to you. I only needed a moment, unrelated to the fear of leaving. A hug, shorter than a moment, but bigger than eternity. A real part of you. A part that doesn't exist....