Sometimes I miss a step.
Something important, something crucial.
Sometimes I don’t see it until it’s too late.
I have no one to blame but myself.
Blame it on life?
Life is constant it keeps going.
I’m the one who is supposed to be paying attention.
But I slip.
Sometimes it feels like I am falling off the rim of the Grand Canyon into infinity.
In missing a step, in my slipping, I miss life happening.
I miss visits, calls and texts.
I miss out on those moments I wish I had back.
I miss out on everything and nothing.
I am still living life but now it may be altered in some way.
Now it may be different for me.
All because I missed a step.