I'll only ever have
60 more morning showers
180 more hurried meals
47 more goodnight kisses
   and 13 lonely nights--
two months isn't much time
to close all loose ends.

you don't want to continue
on that kind of clock
punching in every morning
punching out every evening
turning in after a subpar meal
and bits of lackluster conversation--
you're thrown into this and everything changes.


throw it all away and really live
while you have the chance, eat
like you've never eaten, fuck like
you've never fucked.