On the last day, I would watch the sunset
and etch every colour in my mind,
and then walk by the airport
to watch the flights pass by at night
soaring and shining,
and stay up to watch the stars implode
one by one,
until the darkness swallows them
and then hug my mother at night,
and not set an alarm for the next day.
I would certainly not say goodbye,
for there’s some hope left, right?