The sand trickles through the hourglass,

Heedless to my passionate pleas.

There’s one more day

Until the iridescent sky turns to ash.

One more day

Until smiles are no longer painted

Onto draining faces.

One more day

Until shooting stars explode

Before I even make my wish.

One more day

Until blood leaks out of my pens

Instead of magical ideas.

One more day

Until the memories evaporate

And I question their existence

In the first place.

One more day

Until I never see your face again,

And it, too,

Can be buried underneath the earth

Along with all the other chances

I never took. 

Because, after all,

We’re down to only

One more day.