If It’s the Last Day

“Last Day” — Original artwork — 2016

If it’s the last day

Will I treasure your skin

from wrinkle to crease

Will I imagine smooth silk

or dwell in the papery, thin

brittle of now?

Will I brush back your hair

gray with age, unhidden threads

of life and story, decay and dreams

Will you look at me with decades of

appreciation, love, loathing, and fear

Or just the peace we’ve found at last?

Will I remember you now

in present pain

or the guises worn and thrown away?

Hair and eyes and nails and veins

Things

that make us human, grown

translucent, as you move beyond

the wall that gives us separate wings

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