Poem: Too Much Too Soon

Too Much Too Soon

The pain we
feel at death
lets us know
how precious
even the
littlest
moments were.
What would you
give for one
more errand,
a trip to
the bank or
grocery
store with the
one you love
who is gone?
His last text
to you was
about how
his passport
expires one
year from now.
To have that
year now would
be worth more
than all the
other days
left ahead.
Too late we
realize the
gold that was
in our hands
but is now
lost to us,
forever
out of reach.

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