All the Time in the World

Saturday, November 29, 2008
all the time in the world

all the time I thought I had, but now they tell me your times not so long. I never called I never wrote, never did my best by you. And now your time is shorter and I still cant seem why is it I pretend its ok? Nightmares of losing you before my eyes, a gunshot wound, but thats too quick. Not fair that you should go through this, so long, drawn out extended-but so so soon I think of all the times wanting to be just like you, hoping you'd come and watch me sing, dance, never a sore thing to say, but did I do the same? I feel that I've failed and its too little too late to tell you now that I loved you. I always did and always will, ungrateful me simply couldnt see- the selfless soul you are, a model for all to be. I hear the walks are great in heaven, they even give you wings for when the miles just go on and on and I had all the time in the world to tell you and I'm afraid I never will. Its hurtful, gutless and I hate myself but what do I say?