Unseen

It kills me to know

I won't hear every song

when one unheard could make me feel so strong.

It kills me to know

I won't read every book

when one unread could offer the advice I never took.

It kills me to know

I won't view every piece of art

when one unseen could glisten inside my heart.

It kills me to know

I won't visit every inch of this Earth

when so much untouched beauty cannot prove its worth.

It kills me to know

I won't know every person here

when I may not meet that one who I will hold the most dear.

It kills me to know

I won't get to stand on ever star

when they all look so consummately bright from afar.

It kills me to know

I am just a tiny speck on the floor

when (it kills me to know), I'll never be anything more.