These Last Days
There are only so many seconds
until this dream ends,
and still I struggle to find the right words.
Still I scour my head
for something deep and meaningful:
a last hurrah or a resolution
that will leave you all clapping.
But my mind does not go there
during these last days.
Instead, it reaches for the simple things:
a friend,
a gift,
a love,
because it does not wish for this to be an end.
This is not an end.
More importantly, it’s a beginning
and I know that when the last word is written,
I will be able to smile and look up
and see where these days will take me.
“Our Last Days as Children”
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