Before It's Too Late.

We waste our words and
we waste our moments and
we don't take the time
to say the things that are
in our hearts
when we had the chance.

We watch days zoom by
like seconds,
seconds on a clock,
hours separating the
tick from the tock.
And before we know it, it's been
a day,
a week,
a month,
and we're wondering
where our time went,
where our lives went.

And in the end, our only words,
a last attempt at some menial redemption,
are "I'm sorry. I am so fucking sorry."