one of the lucky ones
Im not sure when I lost it. Im not even sure where it would go, or if I ever even had it. I felt it slip away. I feel like i’ve tasted it…once maybe twice before but just for a moment. Just long enough to make me think that it was real. I’ve seen it though, or something that looks a lot like it. Maybe a shadow of it or a reflection in something extrodinary. I have seen its after math. I’ve watched people try to pick up the pieces, try to make them into anything that even resembled the original. I’ve seen grown men buckle at there knees and women bury their heads in pillows. I’ve seen people lie awake thinking about it, like kids at camp, wondering if the stories are true, but there comes a point when we settle. It might not be the real thing, but maybe its as close as it gets, or maybe……..if you would’ve kept looking you’d find out that the stories were true and you would really be…..one of the lucky ones
