You'll begin to have more time to give, losing yourself in hours of conversations, wishing he'd talk more.
Like the sands of time, scattered by strong winds, it finds its demise and rebirth in its storms.
You are the light in my smiles, the loneliness in my tears.
Past the nights I lost count, deafened by the silent hours; sound of time went unheard and souls met its demise.
Awake before twilight, thinking of the incoming sun.
Tell me, my older self, am I doing things right? I'm afraid that there's no undo button in life.
The youth shall end when the eyes now never see beauty but grey hair.