days not mine.
with each time
I say goodbye,
it’s one more day,
one more hour,
one more time,
that I will see them less.
and sadness comes from not missing
but that soon,
someday,
a day up to someone other than me
missing is all I’ll be able to do
and I’ll wish
I would have realized
that each of us
have a day
a day not up to us,
or them,
but to someone else
someone who reminds me to tell them,
and not wait
one more day
because days are all we have
they’re all we have
and today is one less.
I need all my days
said Otis.
and I agree.
and I agree.
but I also need all of theirs.
Okay you’ve earned your beer for the day, off to the pub with ya (and you’d better...