The Lexicon of Self-Loathing

There is a countdown over the time we have with every person in our lives. That's a universal truth. There was a time I'd spend every night watching the sky, gradually turn bright blue over the course of a car ride. There was a time I'd hardly stay with the one group of friends on any given night. There was a time I was always moving to the next get-together. Maybe I do mourn the tokens of time I have traded with naivety. I've started to fear the thought of how much time I have left with the people around me now. Though it really isn't a novel thought, I must admit. I guess I wonder if I'd still feel as alone had I'd known the countdown was going to hit zero with some of the people I'd spent time with.