I thought we'd have more time

So poetry this week and something more of regret than anything else. A couple of years ago a friend on mine committed suicide. An act that brought great pain to many although I doubt he could ever have understood how much. In the last few months before he died he was was still working a full time job and it has struck me that actaully we spend an awful lot of time doing things we feel we should instead of the things that are important. This is about someone finding out in advance that life with a loved one could be over soon, much sooner than they anticipated



I thought we’d have more time
to laugh and joke
to share our loves and hates, fun and frolics
a Life time of doing things together
and now it seems there’s no more time
life distracted me and forever, might end tomorrow


I thought we’d have more time
for me to say how much I care
what fun I’ve had, what strength you’ve given me
to hold you tight and listen to your heart beat
to feel your warmth and give you mine
and now it feels like times been wasted
so much about the unimportant


I thought we’d have more time
that extra hour at the office
the time it took to make it perfect
all those times that you came second
I thought would disappear to nothing compared to time we’d have
and now it seems that’s all we’ve had


I thought we’d have more time
to say and do important things
to make a difference
so much neglected, forgotten, put on one side,
however can I put that right
I love you so, it’s time for you and me
I thought we’d have more time