My Last Day With You - Poem by Justin Evett
The sun wouldn't rise nor fall,
but sit on the oceans surface
glimmering off the crisp sand,
And through the golden clouds
If I had one last day with you.
There would be no news, no television,
no stories of hate or death.
No feelings of pain or sorrow.
Just the endless memory of you,
replacing the hole in my heart
that I now know you left when you said goodbye.
If I had one last day with you,
I would change the world, the moon,
and brighten the stars to replace the day,
just to see your smile one last time.
But now, the night falls over the light,
for what seems to be the last time.
The loss of you is slowly sinking in,
and I'm sure it will hit me
somewhere between then and now,
but till' that moment,
i live in this memory
of my one last day with you.
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