i thought i had one more day
we always think we have one more day
perhaps living as if we had one more day
“one more day”?
i’ve been told the end is supposed to be full of joy—
too often the end is marked with pain
i take no pleasure in the ending of any thing:
stories; songs. love; hope. the flight of birds
the flowering of flowers, the cycle of seasons
i declare to you: the only good ending is a kiss.
the beginning of a promise: a shared breath