Three days left

Three days left,
till the sun shines no more.
Three days left,
till silence comes to the door.

Three days left,
Until pain is left and gone,
Till the last breath is a sigh,
Till you miss the beauty of dawn.

Only three days
To think about a lifetime,
And hope that what wasn't done,
Is done soon, sometime.

Three very short days,
Only seventy-two hours,
To contemplate or wonder
Of the beauty of a touch, rain, a wildflower.

Three short days,
to say your goodbye's,
to expose what your heart holds,
before you close your eyes.