It's so sad how we don't think about getting to hold someone one more time until it's too late. We don't think about how much we love someone, or how important that person is to us, until they are no longer here.
We take things for granted too often in our lives. Our spouse will always be with us. Our children are always there. Friends, parents, siblings? Of course we love them all. But how often do we tell them? How often do we lose someone and think, "I wish I had told them how much I care"?
I wish I could hold my sanity one last time. It seems so long ago that I had it last, so long ago that I was able to wrap my fingers around it, slowly choking the life from it. I destroyed it. My own hands took its last breath. And now I can never get it back. I never realized how important it was to me.
Have you ever wished so much you could have that one moment back? That one moment you let slip through your fingers. Time and truth destroy so much more than anything else. Time and truth are destroyers of happiness, and of sanity, and of life.
But we never get it back. We can never take back the truth. It's always there once its been released. And time? Once here, it is then gone forever. No more options to live the lie.
I'd love to hold the lies one last time. To pretend in a love that never was. To hold the hand of a child now gone, just one last time. To love once more that which time and truth destroyed. To grip the thin strand of sanity long gone. I'd give anything to hold you one last time.
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