Three Thousand Hours Poem by Maya Hanson

Three thousand hours
stand between me and this abyss,

mirroring a twist of fate
but one I'll wish for again

Eternity starts tomorrow,
yesterday, years ago

and I want you to say it
I need you to say

that three thousand hours
will not bend or break

the cracked glass, eggshells, cliff's edge
a threshold threatens the end

but I know three thousand hours
will tie us in a bond never broken,

keep us melded and burning with
blankets and goosebumps and roses and rescues

and moments and moments and moments
and even though we only have seconds left
laughing forever
for three thousand hours.