Literature
I missed it...
I missed it.
All the minutes,
ganged up on me in ambush,
crushing me in an instant.
Slipping by,
In plain sight and in darkness,
they mounted their assault,
with a relentless, compassionless
determination.
And I missed it.
Sure, I saw the hours
pass by like cars in traffic.
I saw the days,
flow through light and dark.
And yes, the months,
that came and went with the seasons.
But I missed the minutes,
the magical moments
that held the keys of true happiness,
the gift of God we often overlook,
until they’re gone.
I missed it,
but not as much
as I miss her.
