The week before

To wake in joy everyday
for the duration within a day
to cram life for a thousand fold
to look with hunger, to hold
what may not linger or stay
words unsaid
secrets untold

Of smiles soon gone
forever not to bloom again
of eyes meeting
soon to disappear
now growing inward
as the time draws near
To say farewell and turn away

This week I live this once
to hold all those I hold dear
To speak words otherwise unspoken
To touch faces otherwise ignored
to love and live selflessly
To savour life
and then say goodbye.