DancesWithShadows

Today is your last day, and do you even know? This sun will be the last to warm your face, Tomorrow 'twill be where no light can go And yet you squint your eyes, And turn down your tired head, Wishing this day were over, Though tomorrow you'll be dead Today is your last day, and do you even know? Turn up your tired head, And bask in the sun's warm glow

I miss the uncomfortable seats that would dig into my back And the tiny TV screen with the headphone jack (that never fits anyone's headphones - why do they have that?) That would play silent sitcoms as I stared out the window at a near featureless expanse of clouds, Listening to the hum of the engine and thinking about crashing, Thinking about calling you and telling you we landed early so I could say goodbye without freaking you out (because the best way to say goodbye is to not say it at all), while to myself thinking how unfair it is that I should die now, after waiting all this time to be with you again, To die now, practically at your f