We think we have time,
But really we don’t.
Thought I’d see you again at grandma’s,
tell you how much I’ve grown.
Thinking that we still got time on our side.

Sometimes I wonder if I had just stood up
and taken the phone just to say “I love you” one last time.
Would it have made a difference?
“I wonder…Just an I love you, get better soon.
Would it have made you fight longer?”
I carry that thought with me each day.

Why can’t I forgive myself for what I did that day .
The day I saw you in that casket, I thought “that isn’t you!”
I cried to my mom “what happened? I don’t know him.”
It had seemed like it was a joke but it wasn’t.
I wish it was though.

It would be a Blessing just to even hear your voice.
Time makes it seem like I would never lose you. But I did
Creates an illusion that we still have it on our side but we don’t.
Time is a silent thief and the funniest part is we never see it coming.