you never see it coming

what if "till my last breath" was about...now?
would it make a difference? would it have altered your words? would it change your actions?
what would it have done?

why can't we ever see it coming?
why does it leave us speechless and astonished?
why all that used to make sense falls apart, all of a sudden?
why what used to be right, seems wrong?

a second, a fraction of a second could turn life around
take it, give it, it doesn't matter... something changes
is it fair? is it equal? no clue!
but we still have to accept it, to embrace it

the hard part is not the loss... no
the hard part is knowing that we must go on
move forward, push further, as if nothing happened

but how? how could we ignore its impact on us?
how should we embrace its inevitability?
why should we, in the first place?

the scar remains, no matter how long it's been
waiting for a hook to open it all over again
and you bleed, as if it was last night
same tears, same pain, same grip on your heart

so much felt, so much experienced
but not enough words to tell the story
the memories, the laughter, the details that made it special!
is it "made it", or "make it"?

nostalgia drives you crazy
reality makes you blunt
either ways you're changed
either ways you're cut