This poem displays how we always think we have more time then what we actually have.
Why do we always think we have more time?
As if the ticking pounding at our door went silent.
For just a few seconds.
We thought we had all the time in the world,
but the ticking got louder, and louder
more violent every slam of their fist on love's door.
Then one day, the ticking stopped.
The door caved in,
and our time ran out.
The part that hurts the most is that
I thought we pull our universes
and collide them into one...