When you first told me that we were on borrowed time,
I laughed, taking you in my arms,
Asking from whom it was borrowed.
Now I know.
I know that time is not something we can keep,
Or stow away.
Time can only be used, or wasted.
And it doesn't go away:
Even when we're gone, each hour, each minute
Will carry on like the last.
I remember when you first told me you loved me
And I laughed and said I love you more.
You said you'd love me to the moon and back
But not to the sun,
Because that would be too much.
I told you I'd love you to the end,
And this is it.
This is the end, and I still love you
Just as much as I did at the beginning.
I borrowed time and now I'm giving it back,
Perhaps a bit worn,
But still usable by some other soul.