If I were to have just one more day on earth with you
I would hold you to my bosom
Shower you in sentiment and kiss your tiny little feet
For twenty four hours I would hold you tight,
Smothering myself with the scent of you
Allowing my perspiration to merge with your tears
Our skin softened and ready, to be sewn
into a blanket
To veil the moment of our passing.
One thousand, four hundred and forty minutes,
It shall never be enough.
A mere drop
in the ocean of grief.
A paltry offering to Amphitrite.
Though a lifetime to me.
If I were to have just one more day
It would be with you.