We Drift
We drift
Lose focus
on what’s important
disconnect
from the essence
of who we are
take the present
for granted
waste away life
pondering,
on a time
that may never come to be
We drift
Exhaust
ourselves from the chase
of possessions
that don’t matter
covet
possibilities
that have nothing to do with happiness
lose focus
on what’s important
until one day
it hits us
one day
we lose something
so meaningful
it hurts down to our bones
We drift
Until the day
we find ourselves
on the verge of nothing
losing our grip on everything
and at that exact moment
realize,
we’re not hurt because of what we lost
we’re hurt because we are lost
hurt because we lost
the opportunity
to appreciate
what we had
took you for granted
when you were here
and instead of loving you
waited for you to wilt away
and built a shrine in your honor
cried rivers at your feet
hoping
you could hear our wails
or feel our tears,
but you had already drifted away
Left us beaten
in a puddle of guilt
broken by regret
drifting in the moonlight
on a white horse
wondering
what could have been
if we loved you then
the way we love you now
We drift
Posted on July 1, 2011, in Poetry and tagged Drift, hope, Hopeless, Life, Loss, love, Material, Past, Possessions, Tears. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
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