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