Wish I would have paid attention,
And enjoy, in my life, the blessing,
Of knowing more from your heart.
The day, I knew, when it broke apart.
The laughter, the tears.
The memories, the fears.
We walk around as if run by gears.
Slowly they rust,
And eventually, turned to dust.
To survive we must.
In people, we need to trust.
When it’s our turn for our soul to rest,
I hope in life, you did your best.
The people that get left behind,
Will be the ones that have you on their mind.
The empty space of where you used to be,
Can’t ever be replaced.
Not by him or by me.
August 31, 2013