“...and say okay. I’ll be a part of this world.”

These were words looking for something, anything to last forever, 
as if longevity were the monument of meaning, 
as if it were time that gave life importance.

“How would you tell my story?” she said, he said, we said, round and round and round until more than just my head spun up and off like a top. 
“Can you keep a secret?” she said, he said, we said, cheek on cheek and eyes on the road, as if the alternative to driving were how to break a life.

Frayed at the fringes like wasted time, names were placed on faces given, faces lived, these gifts to a bright blue world blooming like a heart of gold. 
With just one chance to do some good, for all these mistakes and mistakes and-

What happened?
What wasn’t there?

Oh, there was so much more to do and see and feel and believe,
As if I could do it all and make it mean something more,
but here I am again,
all life enriched by the fact that I was once here.