A minute feels like an hour,
An hour that would never be enough.
A minute feels like infinity.
Infinity and yet the abrupt
ending sure to come, in a minute- maybe.
And so I’ll stroke your hair,
I’ll maybe steal a kiss.
I’ll find a reason to make a joke-
A reason to not disappear.
I’ll find your eyes in a minute,
Your lips in a minute more.
And when I bring yours to meet mine,
That’s the hour-
and it won’t be enough.
a poorly written essay on operant conditioning 