I look around the room,
with confusion and despair.
And I was depress to assume
That the person is not there.
Forgiveness is what I seek
For him, not for me
However, I have less than a week
To know what our destination may be.
I hold what I have in my heart
And hope we will never be apart.
Turn around and run to the shining light
And do what I think is right.
love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
