Life was

I miss the way we used to touch,
Like friends do. You know… it wasn’t much.
I miss the times when life was easy and sweet
and endless.

Life was perfect and we were happy.

I miss the way we used to laugh
A joke here, boast there, it wasn’t tough.
I miss the times when life was harmless
and we were invincible.

Life was perfect and we were happy.

I miss the way we used to sit for hours on end
On your porch feeling the snow, rain and sun.
I miss the times when life was pure contentment
and peace.

Life was perfect and we were happy.

I miss the way we used to run
We’d go for miles and never be done.
I miss the times when life was beautiful
and painlessly simple.

Life was perfect and we were happy.

Today we touch like whispers
Like distant neighbors… we’re too afraid.
Life is hard, and bitter
And ending.

Life is painful and we are troubled.

Today laughter is forced with us
It’s hard to find anything to joke about.
Life is harmful
And we are breakable.

Life is painful and we are troubled.

Today we sit for hours
In hospitals and indoors, looking out.
Life is clouded restlessness
And war.

Life is painful and we are troubled.

Today we struggle to walk
We go for a minute and then we rest.
Life is ugly
And easily complicated

Life is painful and we are troubled.

I sit around and think about how
Life was endless once,
And we were invincible.
I think of how life was peaceful
And so painlessly simple.

Was.

Once upon a time,
Life was perfect
And we were happy.

Is.

Life is ending,
And we are breakable.
Life is war, and easily complicated.
Life is painful
And we are troubled.

Once upon a time…
If only.

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