Countdown

I don’t know what day this is
in the countdown
to zero
when life will flit away
and leave me behind,
nothing but a husk,
lying still and unblinking,
not even knowing that I’m gone.

Each day as my spirit fights to soar
I feel this downward tug
of the gravity of time
toward my final ending.

I’m so tired and so bored by so much of this world
which I’ve seen too much of
to ever really be happy again.
And yet I’m not ready to leave,
because maybe,
just maybe,
at the last minute,
I’ll find a love like I’ve never found before.