The Forgotten Gift.

I’m sort of stuck.

At this point in my life,

Where all I do is stress about my future,

And wish that I could go and relive the joyous moments of my past.

I fear that I live so far in either tenses, that I forgot about now.

Where I’m sat.

And who I’m surrounded by.

The present tense.

The gift, too often forgotten.

It’s in moments like this that I try to remind myself,

That the laughs that give me life, won't be here forever,

And soon this chilly autumn will pass,

And all I'll be left with is the fleeting hope,

That someday, I could return to moments where I’ve forgotten that I have to be

somewhere or a certain someone.

And, So.

I know, that someday in the future,

I’ll be dreaming about my past,

As in where I’m sat now,

Surrounded by the people that I currently love,

And forget about the gift I've underappreciated,

The present.