Did I run out of time?
I thought I had a little longer.
I thought I had time left to say the things I didn’t tell you.
I always thought that there would be just a little more time.
So I put it off for the next conversation, the right conversation.
I put you off for the next winter, the one that would be our winter.
But winters bloomed into spring, and my will churned into the summer’s heat.
I waited again for the next winter.
Here we are today, I look at you now and I know I’m a few winters too late.
Or maybe just one.
I thought we had a little longer.
But I guess we ran out of time.