Like squeezing hard for a last drop,
found reasons to stay a little longer,
didn't matter a second or a minute,
it was considered the most precious.

Lived and laughed, in the moment,
loved, like there was no tomorrow,
stayed, until there was no option,
than to slip away for your good.

Yet, after the sun went down and,
darkness encumbered me in whole,
I wonder what could have been done,
to have had another minute with you.