You never know what you have until it's gone.
You always take for granted what you have.
His playful smirk.
His ice blue eyes.
The quiet card games.
The way he listened without judging.
They way he understood you like very few ever could or ever will.
You never know what you have until it's gone.
He died for you.
You swore you'd never forget.
But sometimes it's easier to forget.
But then you see how happy everyone else is.
With their someone.
With their lover.
You never know what you have until it's gone.
And you need to forget.
If you don't forget you start to remember.
And to start to wonder.
What could have happened?
What could have been your future?
For you?
For him?
For you and him
You never know what you have until it's gone.