When things get better,
They get better in a minute.
But you've been gone for awhile now,
And I cant tell if things are better.
I used to spend my minutes
wondering if I could live without you.
I need no longer worry- I'm gonna have to.
Who left first? I can not say.
We moved a part.
And even though I came to see you
There were far too many 'next time's'
Time says it can mend all wounds,
And that lonely minutes comfort all the others.
As the anesthesia fills your veins,
All future time remains unseen.
As the poison stops your beating heart,
Don't fight it, just dream
It'll get better in a minute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem