Life is long, I tell him
Without really knowing why
He frowns, and I wonder too
What I could have meant
And it comes so easily
The idea I plucked from the air
Over an empty kitchen table
A dark evening, in December
Where we talked over
Past misfortunes, unsettled scores
Comparing our unhealed scars
Life is long, I say again
And there is time
To say the unsaid
To push through old pains
To heal memories
To find remedies
In still unforeseen places
To make good on regrets
And to do all the things
You were meant to do, can still do
There is time to forgive
Which seems, even to me
A foreign concept
He frowns again, and I understand
He hasn’t lived the years
I’ve left behind me
I suppose I see further
Living, has freed me, from thinking
That everything lasts forever
Life is long, I tell him
You have plenty of time
And to my surprise, I realise
That so do I
Unstuck Monsters 