I am willing to risk sparing words for
you.
I've heard it theorized that they are
limited,
Like years and heartbeats and second
chances,
and that you only live as long as it
takes to use them,
But if that were actually true,
I would have given myself a heart
attack
On September Eighteenth, Twenty-Twelve,
So really, I have the rest of my life
for words.
So really, I have the rest of my life
for thoughts,
and right now, my thoughts are about
you,
But my life is not.
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