What Is Wrong With You?

you miss the trees
because you were looking at the forest

you miss the journey
because you were looking at the destination

you miss the smile
because you were looking at the body

you miss me
because you were recalling all the memories

you miss the present
because you live in the past and you keep on thinking about the future

you miss life
because you always contemplate on the harshness of death

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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