As I sit alone on the brink of death
My mind wanders to a gentler time.
A time when the wind didn't bite
And sun it set- never died.
I remember the first kisses,
the many, many kisses
But more importantly-
the only one that mattered.
The kiss of love.
And how I was always
either too late, or too early.
I gave up on love too early,
and so I met my soulmate too late.
But what does it matter now?
I met her- which is more than many can say.
With her I thought I could never lose.
But of course I did.
I lost, I lost, I lost.
I lost my mind, I lost my spirit,
And now- I am losing my life.
But I don't feel sad about it.