Twenty-One Days Poem by Eve Young

Giving myself a deadline
Twenty-one days from now
Until it's the end of the line
So I've got to find a way somehow
To think of what I will do
Within twenty-one days that remain
To let you know I still love you
And that you might still feel the same.

Is my cup half-empty?
Or is it half-full?
I'd like to think possibly
Though I cannot say really
Because if I'll speak of reality
You're no longer with me
It's just thoughts that linger
Of you and me together
Which I hope to continue
If I still matter to you.

My clock is ticking
Why do I keep hoping?
And believing
That another chance is waiting
Though obviously
You chose missing
And forgetting
The times we used to say
I love you
To each other
Each day.

If I'll fail to make you come back
And to make you stay
Is there really a deadline for love?
None
You would say
So what shall I do?
I know I'd gladly add another day.