One Minute Draft

Each episode of my life
seems written in a minute
without time for editing.

I would not have script
so much disaster or mistakes,
the endless times of heart ache
countless moments
of complete sadness,
more hours with happy endings
less composed by ink
made of tears.

Love being a poem
the ending never finished,
left just another scribbled line
hastily created
as if using a stop watch
held by the one
being described by my pen,
someday perhaps
it will turn into a story
instead of a page.