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
back.
someday. someday. not
today, not yet.
i think i am already missing this.
Comments
Wow... so powerful, thick with emotion. The way I read it, your speaker is looking into a future without her loved ones, and already fearing that she will fail to communicate her love for them before that time comes... only to choose to live in the moment, take in the time she has. A triumph. My mind, too, plays out these scenarios frequently, but I'll admit I don't always reach that last crucial step. I'll try to remember this poem next time.
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