The months have fallen
to weeks.
The weeks have succumbed
to days.
The days will dwindle
to mere hours.
I deluded my (otherwise)
logical mind into
thinking I held
time itself in the palm
of my greedy hands.
I swore we would have
all the time we needed.
But I can still
hear the clock’s annoying
tick and tock as the hand
keeps moving,
mocking me.
We stand embracing on your
front porch,
the heaviness of inevitable
goodbyes weighing on our
aching shoulders.

I will see you tomorrow
evening
and the early morning
of the next day
but nothing more
after that.