Ouch.

So below is a poem sent to me by JV... although I think it would be better named "harsh reality"or "it is your fault" or "quit complaining biatch". lol...Still a nice flow of words...

"when it's gone"

you never miss something until it's gone
when it feels so wrong, waited too long
when it's too late, way over the due date
can't change the past, unable to make it last
this ain't a movie, don't mean to tell u rudely
u won't get it back, ain't funny no laugh
trackending won't be a kiss, no sudden twist
its a cold hard reality, so kneel, pray to your deity
don't take it for granted, just because it was handed
or fell into your lap, see, that's how we fall for the trap
thinking it will always be there, it was agreed and made clear
but never paid considerate attention, even if it wasn't ur deliberate intention
stinging loss you'll quietly feel, not sudden, eventually it'll be real
wishing it was a nightmare, a dream, hoping it's not what it seems
life only has one take, no reshoots, so think of decisions you make
no special effects to hide the blemish, even the smallest fault you must cherish
so if you ever discover it, don't wait till its late you'll never recover it