Final Days
What are you waiting for?
In the fragile moment of twilight,
there was a small opening of space to ponder.
A daydream settles in
plays on repeat.
Imagine them waiting,
thinking of me,
pull reality at the seams.
Last days feeling like glimpses,
tiny windows of freedom.
To share the thought
and nothing more.
The signal of connection,
interlocking wires,
words don’t matter,
won’t wrangle time.
A knee brushed up against another,
fingers grasping mutual heat.
There was never enough
and it wasn’t possible to waste it.
Are you the source of pain
I wouldn’t catch on until too late?
In final days,
would that mean anything?
Exchange the answer in our eyes,
pain and joy intertwined.
A full moon commanding ocean tides,
one more dive into the blue.
Salt dried on skin,
one final swim,
truth glued to what I say to you,
a mouthful.
More poems by Lila Cave-Park:
I Am Not Someone Who Needed Fixing
Even in that lonely space,
I am not someone who needed fixing—
I’m not a blank slate
in need of your input,
not something wrong you need to erase.
Getting It Wrong
Thought it would be easier to be gone,
fade into the chaos,
I’d never need you,
I’d never even reach for you,
you’d feel sorry and it wouldn’t take long.
"To share the thought
and nothing more."
what a wonderful feeling, wonderful poem, have a beautiful Saturday!