Love a minute and care a second

I surmise that room is more magical than the ones I have for you

Like knowing my eyes are for you and yours are for another 

I catch you laugh and tease from across the room 

God knows I don’t know who 

But I wonder if she’s your new Beau 

They say to love is to care 

And to care is to feel 

However it’s been days and 

Nothing has changed 

You’re still there 

Exchanging laughs and teases

So I’m guessing 

Maybe 

To love is to really try to understand 

To care is to really try to feel 

Then I realize 

Your love is a minute

and your care a second. 

When you choose to stay in the room 

Seeing me standing outside that room.

I’m fading.. 

But your love is a minute and 

Your care a second

Inside that magical room,

I’m nonexistent.