Every dream has a price

I don’t have the pictures,

Or the calender of dates,

Of the moments I’ve lost

To catch up with my mates.


I miss the laughter,

We forgot to capture…

The days they promised they would always stay…

To the days they silently walked away.


I miss the noble love,

That started with a ‘hi’,

Also the wretched one,

That ended without a ‘goodbye’.


I fear missing out on the time that has not yet come

And the sorrows to which we will soon succumb.

I miss the time when I was gone,

Yet if I had a second chance, I’d still be gone.


I’ve lost count of the things I miss…

All of which, kill me with my old bliss.


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