In having,
we sleep...

In losing,
we wake...

To the realization
of our costly
mistakes.

The grim understanding
that rashness
of deed...

Tore a hole in your heart
causing it to bleed.

And after a while,
you're starting to heal
enough...
enough...
to try climbing onto life's wheel.

The pain will subside & lose it's hold,
you peer out from over that hole...

Stepping through time now &
gliding through space..
I see you've already been to
this place.

Leaving only a poem
saying you've passed by.

SAS