from my first breath
to today,
I would find I've lived
12,479 days so far.
If I counted the days
your heart beat drummed,
I'd see that you lived
just 22,958 days in all.
I can't imagine
that my life is more
than half over.
Of course I never
thought yours
would end so soon.
The loss
is heavy on my heart,
like a 10 pound weight
hooked in
and dragging it down
into my stomach.
It's been 4 years,
which seems like a lot
but then I look
at how many days
you have been gone -
1,646 days -
and it seems
so much less
somehow.
Now numbers
define me.
452
300
7.8
239
34
How empty
the numbers are
that matter so much.
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