Death Rolls Poem by Luke Navarro

Lately I've been watching death roll in like fog.
I don't see his face but I feel his breath.
It's getting colder at night, and darker in the morning.
So dark I sometimes can't see the sun.
Weeks back he announced his visit, I asked when he would arrive, he said nothing.
His silence was all I needed to know it would be soon.
Funny are the things that are spoken through the absence of words.
Things like I love you, I need you, I don't want to lose you, I'm dying.
We are all dying!
So with death around the corner we decided to live a little.
We broke curfews, drank cheap wine from the spills of fine china, and feasted like kings after battles won.
We sailed oceans, scaled mountains all from the cockpit of borrowed time.
The scenery was beautiful but I kept drawing back to the fuel gauge, watching as it fell like sand in an hour glass.
soon the tank will empty and the fumes of our memories will be all that is left...