The Last
I am not ready
No, not ready
For the last
Of anything
They say that heaven is the most wonderful place
But I don’t know how
It can compare
To late night movies and popcorn
To listening to my children laugh
Or a deep kiss from my wife
Before we enter our home
Will I have headphones in heaven
To turn up that song
So I can dance as I wash dishes
Will I have a desk
pens and notebooks
When the muse strikes me on fire
Can I feel the cold pierce my skin
Can I cry when my heart cracks
Little pieces in my hands
Knowing time is not enough to put them back
I know that the day will come
That there will be a last time I brush my teeth
That there will be a last time I read a book
A last time I breathe
but,
I am not ready
No, not ready
For the last
Of anything
Here on earth
