“M i s s i n g”

                                                                                                                    Silent- yet dearly missing.

Faint memories…you’re desperately grasping.

Never did you think to try and hold unto every. single. moment.

The good along with the unforgettable bad.

Looking back and behind on time spent.

No longer caring whether or not you’ll be

                    stuck,

frozen,

or statued like salt by taking one last glimpse,

by listening one last time,

in faint, fake “hopes” you’ll receive it all again like it was ever the first.

Sadly, yet gratefully it will never be the first again

-unless, you’re eager for another lesson.

And let’s not pretend you don’t know any better,

Cause somehow we all do,

Still we fall,

Still we stumble,

Still we whine,

Still we cry,

Still we lie.

Failing in fooling,

quietly conceited in convincing,

That we are not missing.