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