now
this could be
the last sunset
you ever see,
your last moment,
epiphany
grace touching you so
intimately,
tenderly
like a kiss on your palm
in the warm darkness
it could be the last;
your last taste of life,
last woodsmoke on the cold north wind,
last cry of the hawk as it soars south, away.
hold her hand
kiss her,
as rain starts to fall
just... live
live