She says, “I’d like to see you again but I might not be around.”
She says, “I’d like to see your face one last time, but I might not be around.”
Ignorantly I asked, “Are you going out of town? You don’t have the time for me. You might not be around.”
Patiently she says, “I’m terminal..and might not be around
she might not be around
she might not be around
oh..
time for her is not an abstract thing
for her its a constant reminder
that soon she’ll cease to be
each minute is a chance to
live
to love
to learn
oh
She says, “It’s the same for anyone. Mortality is our Reality.”