The Last Days of My Life


Maybe they will resemble the last days of high school,
when you suddenly click with someone 
you have known for years
but were never close to, a new best friend who says 
he loves The Harder They Come 
nearly as much as you,
and his orange Camaro sucks down gas
but who cares and you drive all night
and toss the empties and eat shrimp 
at Denny's at three in the morning 
because there is no tomorrow, 
never mind tomorrow
is here and tomorrow rocks. Goddamn, did you ever notice?
Or maybe when that girl 
you sat next to in Spanish 
blooms before your eyes and her dishwater hair and glasses 
are the original quirks on a sunny afternoon 
in May, and you kiss and kisses
were never this fine before.
The days are long, the nights are sweet
and if you lived by the sea
you sat on the sea wall, which held back
everything except
your laughter and all the delicious,
insane, intoxicating
talk of holding on,
of staying there forever.