The sun had already set in the sky as my fingers pluck letters out of the chill air
For the Last Day, you would think there would be much more noise instead of the chirping of crickets outside the open window
For the Last Day, you would think "What is she doing here, writing a poem, when she could be out there?"
For the Last Day, I expected something more...something greater
But when I think of tomorrow, it feels the same
There's nothing different about it
It's just another day
Another 24 hours
Another 1,440 minutes
Another 86, 400 seconds
It just goes on and on and on and on and-
Today is a Last Day
A Last Day of flings and dreams and dog days
A Last Day of toes curling in the sand and fireworks popping in the sky
A Last Day of thousands of adventures, great and small
A Last Day of pretending tomorrow doesn't exist
If you haven't caught on, you must be in denial
Because though it is A Last Day
It's not the last one