It is perfectly understandable,
for milestones come and go,
but for the sake
of what is not,
what might have been
or never meant to be,
for the sake of it all,
please revise.

For every smile
every laugh
is every tear,
which is more than one simple,
but just less than,
two and a half.

It is truly difficult
every second,
when you must let go,
of every minute
of what is,
what might have been
yet,
what was real.

It is unthought-of,
that a bullet dodged is a bullet taken.
And with this,
it is definitely unseen.
Unknown that
though I am dodged,
I have become the taken,
and because of all the memories,
I will always be.
But not by the simplest thoughts.
By what is never to be known,
except only to the memories.

Even though my smiles
are secretly tears,
I still live in peace
no matter what.

Because as twice before.

It is amazing the damage
that an unexpected turn can create,
but it is the unsuspected result
that makes living,
more valuable.