All that I am
Is minutes and hours
Stacked on top of one another,
And you know this.
Know that although the little hand
Of my life
Is holding onto yours,
There will still come a time
When I must let go.
You can see,
That every jolt of my pulse
Is the sound of a clock ticking,
And every swoop of my eyelashes
A second closer
To a lifetime.
A lifetime you will have to live
By yourself.
You know that.