someday it'll be too 

late. someday you'll wish 

you had hugged them tighter. 

you thought you would see them 

again. you thought 

endings didn't happen this way, 

no warning, no reason, just 

you standing in the dust, 

looking back, only now realizing 

how very long ago it had all 

been. someday you'll wish 

you had listened to your mother 

more. someday you'll wish 

you were still small enough 

to fit on her lap. this doesn't 

ever go away, does it? it doesn't 

come back either. it can't 

come back. you're never 

getting any 

of this 



someday. someday. not 

today, not yet. 


i think i am already missing this. 



17 years old

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