Gone

You never know what you have until it's gone.

You hear that so many times in your life

And yet you never believe it until it's gone.

Once things are good it feels surreal.

Then it goes bad and you know that this is where you feel comfortable.

Welcoming pain as if it were an old friend.

In a way it is.

You've lived with it your whole life.

Loved ones seem to constantly come and go.

Nothing ever really concrete.

No one seems real anymore.

They come and go in the blink of an eye.

You never know it hurts as bad as it does until it happens.

Until they leave.