Monday

In your eyes, I glimpsed fear the moment the doctor spoke,

You have six more days

You kneeled down, caressing my face

“I’m dying,” I said. 

“I don’t care,” you responded.

And that’s where it all started.

Tuesday

In a quaint cafe, we shared moments today,

You gently placed a coconut slice my way.

Flashing your boxy smile, I couldn’t help but notice,

It wasn’t as radiant as before, perhaps a hint of sadness

Despite its softened light, you made my day, forever

Thank you, my love, for remembering my favorite flavor

I have five more days

Wednesday

We went out on a date today, the air chill and crisp

My red nose, a telltale sign, you found there.

Playfully, but gently poking at it, your laughter in the breeze

Teeth chattering, a symphony, it seemed

Gingerly, your scarf embraced my neck gingerly,

As you slowly pushed my hair away from my face.

Just as I thought things couldn’t get any better,

Your hand found mine, connection ever so sweet

Underneath the winter’s cold command,

Our fingers entwined, like a promise, stand

I have four more days

Thursday 

I couldn’t meet you today,

I was out ice fishing with my grandparents.

Forgive me, my love, for not answering your text,

Lost in the moment, I forgot about the rest

I heard you asked for me when you saw my best friend

Thank you for your concern

I have three more days 

Friday

The following day, your greeting wrapped me tight,

A subtle warmth crept in, rising up to my cheeks

Hands numbly at my sides, I embraced the moment,

Your secure hug, time well-spent

How I wish it lasted longer

I have two more days

Saturday

I spent every second with you today,

You took me to meet up with your friends,

From your hangout, you left early without hesitation

For a picnic together, a sweet embrace.

You looked so adorable as you arranged the feast,

A playful tease drew a pout so sweet,

In every moment, my heart found its beat.

Thank you, my love, for making today extra special

I have one more day 

Sunday

Today was my last day—our last day

I could feel the universe whisper it to me

You held back tears, yet your eyes couldn’t deny.

“I’m sorry,” I uttered, a suffocating weight on my chest

I was time—months, days, hours, minutes, seconds

We were a ticking bomb that threatened to go off any moment

You shook your head and said, “I told you I don’t care.”

In the quiet, our silhouettes merged and swayed,

As I embraced this very bedroom,

We made countless memories in

I clasped your hand as I let out a labored breath

“I’m tired,” I admitted.

You nodded—you knew what I meant

Only God knew how much longer I wanted this to last

Your face, your voice, your smile—the last that I saw

“I’m happy, my love,” was the last that I said.

I was glad to know you—even it wasn’t forever

Then sleep took over me

Our story lingered, a bittersweet flame