I think some more time

I think some more time.
Maybe a few months, a year or two.
I hope time will be enough,
for hope was sadly not.

I think a love, perhaps two.
A new attempt, and a little heart wound.
And then the pain will dissolve
the only pain that I cannot.

So goes on life: I count it too.
Maybe one life, perhaps two.
And this living of mine
will grow out of you.