Heaven or Life With You In It

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365 days, lived a second at a time,

The moments pass, without an end.

A hundred ways, a thousand crimes,

A million positions we can’t defend.

 

We fall, always alone, never together,

You rise, inch by inch, by yourself.

Perhaps not, maybe you can do better,

If you lived by the clock on your shelf.

 

But there’s no schedule for mistakes,

No clairvoyance allowed, no warnings.

Life unravels once, no second takes,

The candle cannot reverse its burning.

 

So what if I didn’t have you here,

Would I not be miserable and broken?

Would my life not be measured in tears,

And all those comforts left unspoken?

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