My greatest fear is the "last time"

My greatest fear is the "last time" 

That there will be a last time you will experience everything 

And more often than not, you are not aware of it

You do not appreciate the littlest things because that's how it's always been

But there will come a time when you will never speak to that friend again

The last time you stepped foot in your grandmothers home 

The last time you held their hand

The last time you'll see snow. 

The last time you saw them breathing

The last time you said "I love you"

The last time is a horrible gut wrenching grief

Mourning the loss of what you took for granted

The mourning of what was ripped from you without a goodbye

You selfishly walk away as if it's a given that everything will be here tomorrow 

But tomorrow never really comes does it? 

Instead, it is a horrible midnight. 

A midnight of darkness, of grieving, of longing, of mourning

It is a great midnight of slowly forgetting a piece of yourself

The only light being that of a false memory projected by a taunting moon

The illusion's not real, the memory's are never the same