beneath my lungs

i need a moment
some time to figure it out

youll never give me a moment
i know

because moments become minutes
minutes become hours
hours become days

and a day too many could destroy
everything we worked for

i need to know
the sensation in my chest isnt my own doing

i need to know that beneath my lungs you are there
waiting
patiently

but i may never know
and that hurts the most