Life used to be…

Life used to be

a magazine

before it was too

complicated

for glossy pages

and monthly delivery.

 

Love used to be

the word

before it became

common

for all things

and nothing special.

 

Last used to be

the first

before it became

unusual

for us to admit

we’re nothing special.

 

Snowflakes used to be

unique

before we knew about

patterns

for this rareness

and how we’re alike.

 

Time used to be

a friend

before it became a

commodity

for more than money

and our self-importance.

 

Hope used to be

a way

before we lost

confidence

in something larger

and more important.