Something Special
We don’t know something special until it’s gone
Even when it looks us straight in the eyes
A gift, an opportunity, a friend or even love
Hovering, ever present to the point of screaming
Oblivious, not seen, not realised now lost
Like a flick of a switch you suddenly realise
What could have been has just given up
Copyright © Shaz Cheesman | Year Posted 2012
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