Two Years

Two years
The finite end to something
That should have been infinite

Two years
A mere one tenth of my life
Spent with happiness

With every day the percentage was supposed to grow.
But now with every passing day,
The fraction dwindles away
Getting ever smaller and smaller
Till the amount of time spent in misery
eclipses the happiness completely

However, I could end it now
and keep my one tenth
Keep you close forever
If only in my grave