Not everything is meant to last.
In the unfair game of life, 
you win some, lose some, and 
completely miss the rest.

In my nearsighted way, I
can’t see the forest for the
trees, but must remember
that each branch and each leaf
is a whole other life
I could have.

But then I remember
the way you sounded
on that voicemail, begging,
please talk to me, please,
and I still can’t see
what you’re doing to me.

Today’s poetry prompts were: win some, lose some, nearsighted, and voicemail.

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