Missed

Dear cyberspace,

I think I've missed out.

I sometimes wish life had a 'backspace'.

I wouldn't use it often...

Or I'd try not to.

Maybe I'd just use it once,

like right now.

Maybe I'm being nonsensical.

Or maybe then, you were far too verbal.

Tonight, you seemed like you've grown up.

Grown toward The Good.

For a split second I gave it a chance,

but took it back, now I'm wishing for a second chance.

But it's too late to reminisce   

Because nothing was, or is, or will become of it.

My car is totaled....

BUT

Christmas is love.

A Vapor

That's it.

That's all of it.

I think God's been trying to teach me this for quite sometime...

Have I received the blatant and obvious message yet?

"She's grown up," he said.

It would be shameful to admit,

"I only write when things ain't right"...

But that's just it, that's all of it.

Or the past "of it."

Is Time a friend or a foe?

One thing I know,

I write more when the temperature's Cold.

Cold, why'd you have to come just yet.

A few more things I have to offset...

but you're here; I can feel you

Especially down here.

You're so bitter

But what does It matter anyway?!

It's times like these I'm thankful for Time.

Point A --> B

Today was a good day.