Friday, November 15, 2019
The answer is as mysterious as time.
Where does it come from—where does it go?
Does time have a name?
Maybe it’s the heartbeat one after another?
If lucky, it’s beating next to the one you call your lover.
Spending time together, it beats much better.
Spending your lives together, it’s greater.
It feels like it beats forever.
But where do those previous heartbeats go?
Where do the future ones come from though?
Maybe an airplane flying around and under our nose…?
We can’t see it, it’s like love just takes off and goes…
Through the wind as it kisses and blows…
Saying, “hi,” and “goodbye,” from eternal windows.
Why must you tease?
My heart needs a partner to grow.
I’ll share it for now and alone my hope knows,
…even love forever is temporary if clever.
Does love have an On & Off button?
Show me to the lever.