A World of love, in Time.

[gaijin_haijin]

I saw a Shooting Star the other night
and thought of you
and past regrets;
reflected on the ten short minutes spent
(already ten long days ago)
in staring, over coffee, at your face.

Ten minutes isn't long enough
When you've been ten years gone
or more.

But I was glad
to see that time's ferocity
had lingered little, there.

And though there's no sweet
bed of roses
in your recent past

It could be worse,
my long-lost love,
it could be worse by far.

And as we sat and talked for
just ten fragile minutes
of our lives, I thought:

Ten minutes doesn't
leave you time enough
to dazzle like a star

Ten minutes isn't long enough
for any but
the slightest touch

But sometimes
just ten minutes is enough to
satisfy that you still shine.

Sometimes just ten minutes
is a World of love, in Time.