three minutes can feel like an hour,
but three minutes can't make up for a lifetime.
It can't make up for sleepless nights and future talk...
thoughts of old times with words at the speed of light,
although... this isn't enlightening.
maybe for a second, or a minute, or three.
I don't get to know that.
I pride on the simple fact you knew.
a hey with no name and a simple question.
just a simple question...
that's never the case but it's still scary.
it's scary because we care
it's scary because we loved, hurt, and lost
what am I losing now? myself?