So, we must laugh before that day will come;
before that twilight leaves us little choice
when both will mourn our last day in the sun
before cold silence muffles all our voice.
Yet greet me now with kindness ‘fore the fall.
Accept our hours together precious few
with no resentment for each time I call
with no assessment I am stressing you.
If many words, unspoken, stall mid-air
that pause becomes too wide a gulf between.
Make use of precious time we’ve left to share.
Instead, you turn away and leave, unseen.
I speak, alone, but do not wish to be
so distant only forest hears my plea.