If tonight was to be the last
I spent on Earth,
I would not waste it on frivolous greetings
Or sobbing goodbyes.
I’d laugh out loud, and spin while reading,
Letting the air riffle pages,
Confuse the plot and mix up sentences,
Just like memory had done to my life.
I’d watch the sunset and think about the shepherds.
Eating chocolate-caramel-fudge ice-cream, and a Splice,
I’d stride into the ocean fully clothed,
And walk around dripping wet.
If tonight was the last I’d spend on Earth,
How much time do I have on the Moon?