Finite life passes before your eyes,
infinite life stays for others to see.
Count, don’t count, whatever you decide.
For me, everything passes my windows
never waving, never smiling, blank.
It’s all blank you see, tomorrow clean,
yesterday a smeared chalkboard.
Can’t I stay a little longer just to kiss
your kissable lips, lips I’ve loved
forever, our forever, just one more night.