The loss.

Reflecting on the past years...

Years come, years go

What matters is not the number,

Rather the loss of time.

The loss of opportunities,

The loss of moments...

Years come, years go

What matters is not what happened, 

Rather what it hurt.

The loss of connections,

The loss of friends...

Years come, years go

What matters is not what broke,

Rather what was fixed.

The loss of wholeness,

The loss or trust...

Author's Note

Very random, written without much inspiration. I wrote it just to write...
Suggest a better title if anyone can think of one. And any corrections/suggestions are very welcome.

Reviews

[Paul McCall]

If you want to write you need a story. You can then rework it a number of times to get it where you want to take the reader. I regret to tell you that this looks more like a “to do list” than it does a story. Stories have a beginning, middle and an end. You can do this I’m sure. I would redraft this and repost. I’m trying to help not hurt.

[Moniba]

I truly appreciate your review. Umm this was written to be a poem.. I dunno why it is displayed as a story :/ I'll correct that. What do you think of it as a free-form, random poem?

[The dark story]

i like the theme of the poem here and the way you have penned it...though i would like to ask you something:
"What matters is not what broke,"...shouldn't it be "what matters is not what HAD BROKEN" ??...anyway nice work!!

[Moniba]

broke would be correct here too, because sometimes we alter words a bit, to balance the weight of our verses.

[The dark story]

ohoh…thanks for telling me…I know I am. Stupid kid

[Moniba]

hahaha. Don't worry ;) there always has to be a first time to get to know something.