time

My darling,

I wish we had more time

If it would make all the difference

We might have more time

But forevers are not wasted on artists like us

For when we die

All that is left of our souls,

Twining through mountains of those forgotten,

Will be our art

And time is not kind to art

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My darling,

If we could have years

I might see you grow old still

You might smile

Through crinkled eyes that see no longer

And your brush would fall

And I would not be there to pick it up

Years are not kind to artists

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My darling,

If we could have but one more minute

A moment, nothing more

I could press a kiss to your brow

And you would lean in

And it would be enough

But the minutes and moments are gone

And our time has run out