The autumn sun catches on the golden
strands of her hair, and my heart
breaks a little bit.
She looks at me, eyes the color
of summer foliage, and I break
I can feel her touch, like ice
on my arm, and I try to regain
control of my breathing.
Sorrow stains her face like rain as she lifts
her mouth towards me, placing a kiss
softly on my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “All I want
is one more day.” She always tells
me this. Just one more day.
But time has never been in our favor,
and yet we find ourselves —
Trying to evade the inevitable.
“Just one more day.”
The autumn leaves fall around us,
a rainfall of colors, red, orange, yellow.
I inhale slowly.
Her breath ghosts across my neck —
“just one more day” — and I wonder
why it has to be this way.
I cautiously touch her cheek — her skin
is colder than death — and I wonder
why we can’t have forever.
One more day isn’t enough any more,
but I know time has finally
caught up with us.
She smiles, just a wisp of her lips,
and we lay down in the heap
of colorful autumn foliage.
“Let’s be together again some day,”
she tells me, and I die just a little
“Promise me,” she says. “that you’ll love
me even when I’m gone.” I tell her that,
of course, I’ll always love her.
From now until forever.