For you the world is counting down
through shards of vibrant memories.
Thirty thousand days of chasing
waiting, playing, working, sleeping
I wish I saw the youthful you,
with effervescent aspiration
And not this baggy rack of skin;
A worn motif of ending age
Eternity, our moments pass,
more urgent than I recognise
A continuity mirage
conceals the pain to come
I do not know how far, how many,
how long the hours left to you;
How much I'll long to talk with you
When you were once, but I am still