6 days.

"Living our lives seperately.
And it's strange that things change.
But not me wanting you.
So desperately."

Time runs on and out without our notice.

Unlike cars on the road, there are no speed limit signs on the way

and so the passengers of time

could only get a grip of the rate at which everything slips by

if they remember to set things aside and observe.

Yet,

while I'm fully aware of how days fly by,

the person I would like to have taken notice

doesn't.

Soon enough I'll be gone and you said you promised,

but we won't get the chance to meet.

Not before I leave anyway.

Sorry about the not so elegant writing.

I'm so irritated.

SO.

Irritated.

B.