What if today

 woman holding camera facing sun shining through trees

what if today

were the last time

you wake up

and see the sun

feel the wind

hear the leaves

falling

to the ground

did you forget to hear them?

did you miss the feeling of the wind,

biting through your bones?

did the sun escape your glance?


what if today

were the last time

you heard the voice

of the one

who you profess to love

and who

loves you?

would it be

the most melodic sound

you’ve ever heard?

or

would it be

grating

like cheese, not chalk

pushed through

falling down

changing shape

a menial task

the marvels of which

such simple slicing

are all but forgotten


in days among days

all but forgotten

would you notice it?


if not tomorrow,

what if today?