what if love is like a credit card?
a mysterious one
where you can’t see the limit
time is the currency
oodles of precious time
as each moment passes, does it send us closer and closer to the limit?
to the edge
where we can’t go any further
do we hope to one day find a gold card?
one where too much is never enough
and what about those times when things last too long? when we spend too much?
do we bite into some horrible overdraft?
that we pay off in sleepless nights once things are over
head under the pillow
trying to drown out the soundtrack of happier times
the one that rings in your head
over and over