Why is it that everyday seems to run into the next. While time seems to be in slow motion but the days are here and gone in seconds. So much death so much sadness is a surprise that I'm numb...my light of the world seems so far away while he was so close...I'm safe when I'm with him...I'm truly happy when I'm with him in those stolen hours...oh if only it could be longer, if only we could be together more. So I'll wait for the summer, the warm breezes, and the thundering storms, wait till the days stretch on wayinto the night and I can have him back if only for a little while.