It seems we only seem to value those we loose
At the darkest hour of the night
When all we hear are echoes of our empty lives.
We summon memories of shared laughs and joyous times and;
Lament on unsaid truths, regrettable actions, unburdened emotions.
Endlessly living without the gratification of knowing each day
One did their best in being true to themselves and those fondly regarded;
So that if this day will be my last one on this earth,
You need to know just how much you mean to me
And how my life
Grows and glows
Just by having you in it.