One More Day


Sometimes poems sneak up on me, like a surprise thunderstorm on a sultry July day. That’s what happened this morning–I woke up with a possible poem line in my head–“If I could have one more day with you”. So here it is, still ragged and rough round its edges but determined to see life today on my blog. Thanks for reading.

 

One More Day

If I could have one more day with you
I would hold your hand tightly and not let it go
I would nestle against you
Glide on our swing to the beat of your heart
Dance to the tune of your smile

If I could have one more day with you
I would walk beside you on a sunlit beach
Carve our names into cliffs
I would swim in the sea of your bedroom eyes
Offer safe harbor in storms

If I could have one more day with you
I would study your hair as it falls on your forehead
And curls at the nape of your neck
I would memorize scars on your face and your chest
And would breathe in your scent
To store deep in my lungs

If I could have one more day with you
I would tattoo the sound of your voice on my skin
Catch its rhythm and cadence in ink
I would plead for more time, beg the gods for one mercy
Throw my soul on the fire if they’d promise you’d stay
I would whisper my love that runs deeper than death
I would plan our reunion
On far-away stars

If I could have one more day with you
If I could have one more day
If I could have one more
If I could have one
If I could
If

What about you–what would you do if you could have one more day with that special person? I’d love to know. Thanks again for reading.

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