you never realize
how precious
something is
up until it is
ripped away from you
leaving a tear
and a gaping,
mocking
hole
in the fabric of your world
loss
puts things into perspective
who will remember us when
we are gone?
are we making our lives worthwhile?
is anything that you are doing
right now
put any meaning
in the dash between the date you were born
and the date that you leave?
-n.c
