By Sam Stephenson

I could not say how or why,

But I already know when I’m going to die.

Yes, I know that I’m what’s up and coming,

And you and I are up and running,

But every knot has to untie,

And we know time is unkind.

I’ve seen love lives unwind,

A Bug’s Life on rewind,

But most days on these nights

I live life on your time.

So how could one exist without two?

I don’t think blood can only run blue.

When you can see the bottom of what’s up,

When you can see the bottom of what’s up,

Your last breath isn’t just yours 

Love, it’s mine too.

You promised me your share;

I know when I’m due.