Hand holds

Gripping tightly to this final moment, knowing how soon it will become the past, it is the silence I will miss most. The surrounding serenity I hope to take with me, as I'm steeped in so much tranquility. my pace is my own, and that which will come to me will come in it's own time as well. And so, as the seconds turn to minutes,and each one burns through my fingertips like matchsticks, I must face this final morning with the same humility and joy, and be thankful that I still have this day. I will always have this day and these moments. They are of me and in me, and I leave here a changed man.