I think that sometimes we wait until things go sour
to truly appreciate and understand
the significance of that thing to our lives
and how much it means to us.
We go through life ‘oh so content’
until the thing-what ever it may be-
Then suddenly we’re longing
with great intent,
overflowing with passion.
For that which was lost is as essential as the very air I breathe and I fear I cannot go a moment longer without it.