The gutting truth about life

We don’t know a good moment til it’s passed

Photo by Jakub Dziubak on Unsplash

We spent our days
Obsessing
Over tiny cracks
In the porcelain

Tortured by
The moles
And the scars

Desperately wishing for
Sunshine
In the rain and

It wasn’t until
You got that phone call
The one where we
Literally dropped
To our knees

That we realized maybe
The porcelain was beautiful

And maybe the moles
Were so damn small

And maybe
Watching the rain pour
And drinking coffee
On saturday afternoons

Was all
We ever needed