I feel bad for a second,
then remember how sick I am,
for wanting more than that second,
more than that day.
The snow will come, the trees all set,
but there will be something missing...
always missing.
Something that was possessed,
not by us,
but eventually by hate.
It filled and overflowed any resemblance of a heart, seeping from the cracks.
In a second it is felt,
in an instant it is shattered,
and within the moment it is gone....
