why?
why do we always think we have more time?
as if the ticking pounding at our door went silent...

for just a few seconds...

we thought we had all the time in the world
but the ticking got louder, and louder
more violent every slam of their fist on love's door
and one day... the ticking stopped
the door caved in
and our time ran out

the part that hurts the most is that
i thought we pull our universes
and collide them into one...
together...