You were a beautiful child.

I know one day I’ll wake up

And wonder why we were always

So cold to each other

Why am I old

And alone?

One day, I’ll wake up

And realize you were

The one.

I’ll know what I should have done

To keep you in my sight,

But you will have gone

By then.

One day, I’ll wonder

How this life goes on

Without the love of your life

Holding your hand.

 

This poem is not directed at anyone, let me add. It's just a piece of sleepy inspiration shining through my thick clouds of fatigue. Read this one aloud--it sounds better that way.