If It’s the Last Day
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
that make us human, grown
translucent, as you move beyond
the wall that gives us separate wings