Time keeps on ticking

And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked too much of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself, that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me, away from me.

There's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous faces, pacing for bad news.
Then the nurse comes around and everyone lifts their heads.
I'm thinking of what Sarah said, that love is watching someone die...


That was Deathcab for those that don't know. So if that's true, then what is remembering someone die, is that love too? A friend said something to me today, "are you burying it or getting over it..and is there a difference? I don't know". I'm not sure there is a difference. What is "getting over it" anyway? Is that forgetting it ever happened or is that no longer feeling sad about it? I don't know...maybe I'll have an answer in 10 or 20 years...or maybe when I'm dead.