There is no limit to the things I would tell you
if you were here with me.
There's nothing I can do but wait for answers and replies
and there's nothing I can do but crave to hear your voice.
If I count to ten,
you will not appear beside me on blue bed sheets.
There is no force in this universe that could place me next to you
in enough time.
There has never been enough hours on our clock,
not enough laughs or memories.
These are things I desire to have infinitely with you.
There's never been walks on the beach or car rides or kisses for us.
I fear one day our clock will stop,
and I will be left wishing for infinite time.