She was a basket case,
Carved out of long nights,
And very little sleep
Laughter was never taken lightly
Smiles only showed their face,
When the moon was full
She spent a lifetime,
In that tiny, dirty room
Filling page after page,
With bad afterthoughts,
And secretly hidden regrets
I should have seen it coming
I should have paid better attention
But that wasn’t my job,
And selfishness often takes away,
The very thing we live and long for
The very same thing,
We were too preoccupied with,
All the times that never counted,
But never,
When they counted the most
© Dicky J Loweman 2015