Everything I do smacks of forever.

I brush my teeth
never thinking this may be the last time,
the last time ever.

I live as if I have endless days
to fill in wanton abandon
or to just survive.

I love as I will,
when I will,
how I will.

I kiss my daughter’s forehead
as she lies sleeping,
unaware that
that caress
is a promise,
a legacy,
a link
and a glimpse
of eternity.

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