Don't Give Me Days

 

give me hours.
i would be so
happy with an
hour or two
stolen like a
frightened thief
from your busy
life.

my breath caught
and held like
an unborn heart,
suspended, waiting,
pregnant with the
joy of sharing seconds
of your time
left here.

give me one
moment if that
is all you have
to spare.

and when i
die, i'll have
a smile on
my face while
i remember
holding you
tenderly, gently
in my arms
which have
ached for you
for years.

denise

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