We never miss the things we have,
Until they are long gone...
Like notes and words that we once hummed,
From now forgotten song.
We never miss hot summer's heat,
Until cold winter's blast...
Then we bemoan the ice and snow,
Regret that summers' past.
We never miss the sunshine,
Until a cloudy day...
We take for granted those bright rays,
That darkness steals away.
We only miss a love we have,
When it can't be brought back...
The void from that can fill the soul,
Each crevice and each crack.
We never miss the things we have,
Till they're no longer there...
It's only when they've disappeared,
We realize we care.
