Wasted Poem by Jean Eugene Guan

I have never thought that time can be so slow
yet things can happen so sudden.
I have wondered about the conundrums
behind the aspect of time.
Those intricate feelings matters so clandestine,
The past, the present, and the moments to transpire.
Yes, I had it at my grasps, in the clutches of my hand.
Yet I never thought nor took the chance or desire.
And I have wasted it, I have wasted it all.

The things that I should have had.
You served first hand on a silver platter.
I had it and selfish, but then it vanishes.
I saw you standing, and still, I smother.
I care less because I know you'll stay.
Never thought that one day,
You'll have your reason to go away.