Taking Things for Granted
Only in pain are we united purely,
only in sobs are pretenses truly gone,
only kind before all is said and done,
caresses truths instead of courtesy.
Why are we rushed, until under timer?
Our time is so priced until the sands run
nearly out. Then we yearn, and we burn,
with a yearning for what we discarded,
Hugs we didn’t linger on, why bother?
Hands we didn’t hold, so constant, mistook
for permanent, always to be here.
And now we must move on? To search, to look,
for new people to love, to bear and tear.
We can only wish for what we overlook.
