Too Many

Too many nights wasted on trying to find love at the end of a bar, or in the middle of a rave, or at a friend of a friend's place.

Too many months wasted on work, my entire being focused on my career, hoping to find meaning and purpose in spreadsheets, calculations.

Too many years wasted thinking I had missed my chance, thinking it was not to be.

Too few moments with you, the very opposite of wasteful, the one I should be.

Two minutes wasted waiting for the elevator, just too late to stop the taxi taking you away.