Expiration Unknown

We don't know when our time with others will be our last, whether by death or by paths just no longer being intertwined... Everyone has their own road down the line.

A day, a week, a month, a year,

Every second spent with you made it clear,

That this would be forever lasting,

Or so my mind thought, wished and hoped for.

Before I knew it,

Our paths grew distant,

And we grew apart.

 

We expired, but our date was unknown.

And if I had known of such a possibility,

Would I have risked it anyway?

Would I have let myself grow to feel

the heartache time and time again

For many moments with you

that I’d never get back?