A Beautiful Minute

For a minute,

Let’s pretend,
That everything has found its place,
Will we be the same or misplaced?

Let’s pretend,
Like the tears don’t exist,
Will it all fall apart or be hard to resist?

Let’s pretend,
That all is forgiven,
Will we be closer or more driven?

And let’s pretend,
Like they weren’t real,
Would we still be broken or have the power to feel?

And should we decide to live this minute, dear friend;
Our gashes may mend,
May mend,
For in pretend, pretend,
There’s only you and I,
Dear friend.