Granted
How often do we take people for granted
We undervalue them
We minimize them
We deprive them
Not only of love
But of trust
Not only by our absence
But our presence
And it’s the lack thereof
We steal from them
Their joy, their happiness
Their peace of mind
So they live to regret
Ever meeting us
Ever trusting us
And slowly they die
Our memories fade
And we move on
They’re yet to find
Happily ever after
In the arms of another
