Nobody told me
how much I would miss you
Maybe they assumed I knew
Common sense and all

But common sense is not
the same as preparation
And missing you is something
I couldn’t prepare for anyway

I suppose they were
trying to do me a favor
A way to enjoy time with
no thoughts of finality

If I even believe in time

Truth is, I already knew
No warning needed
I knew, just kept the
knowing buried deep

Buried deep
until it was time
to remember both
the happy and the sad