Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The ten minute story

I wake up to your memory
your name on my mind
listening to your songs
your clothes on me.

I think about you
I dream about you
I stare at our picture

Everywhere I go
Everything I do
your name just pops up
always thinking about
how it would be
if you were around
How different everything would seem

I go through everything that we did
our walks, our dinners, our parties
our pizzas, our conversations
You are my constant companion

I do this every single day of my life
Hoping that I get a chance to meet you
at least once before its too late
I am scared of not being with you

But when I talk to you
everything is immaterial
All through the day I wait
just to listen to your voice
just for that one conversation
anything for that conversation

There is nothing special to talk
Yet it is important to talk
the glow on my face is visible
I never want it to be over
I want you to be mine

At the end of ten minutes
when you tell me you have to go
My face falls and I feel bad
But I know that you have to go

The ten minutes with you
just make my day
It pulls me through the next day
And I want you even more

I know you may or may not be mine
But its still time till our destinies intervene
And I want to be with you
for as long as I can...

This is the ten minute story of my life.