Time
One year.
Or 52 weeks.
Or 365 days.
Or 8,760 hours.
No matter how you count it.
Or decide to measure it.
In the end.
Thousands are born.
And thousands die.
Friends are made.
And the best of friends are lost.
It’s heartbreakingly sad
How much can change.
In just one year.
It hurts.
And I hate it.
And I’d give everything
Or do anything
To have that year,
Those 52 weeks,
Those 365 days,
Those 8,760 hours,
Back again.
Anything,
For things to be the way they were.
Just one short year ago.
