yes, it’s true.
i didn’t get much time.
5 months is more than enough, life said.
i may not have years,
i may not tell you much,
i may not know everything about you,
but we shared a story that leaves us wounded,
a story that keeps us awake at night,
a story that rips our hearts out,
a story that cracks our voices into tears,
a story that costs a lifetime to accept,
a story we could never forget.
“and in the darkened underpass
i thought oh god, my chance has come at last
but then a strange fear gripped me and i just couldn’t ask”
(the smiths – there’s a light that never goes out)