I said 3 weeks would be short
If we were dying at the end of them.
And you laughed
[rendering a nearby streetlight useless, inadequate and dull]
And said, "We're not dying."
I wanted to reply
Oh but
We are
We are all dying.
The point is how terribly... temporary
All this is.
3 weeks or 3 years or 3 decades or a whole century,
It's not enough!
It's never enough.
And we don't know.
(We never know)
Hell,
We could have
3 days
3 hours
3 minutes
Left here.
Why
Do you think I kissed you
Even when I was scared to?
Because, there's just not
Time
For scared.
And if I were to die
So soon
I'd be much more afraid
Of what I didn't do
Than of what I did.
I thought all of that, but...
You were smiling at me,
Playing the disagreement like a game,
And I love it when you push
And I love it when you win,
And I love it when you smile,
And
If I only did have 3 minutes just then
I'd have wanted to be laughing with you
Because I love that you really do think
We have time.