A Day Passes

The day draws to a close, and we sit in somber silence, reflecting on its passing. You could regale us with one more tale of the hours we spent or the ones I wasn’t there to see, but you’re growing weary. This day felt so short, but I suppose everyone says that. Never is enough hours in a day, is there?

Our conception of time is complicated though. While we wait in funereal apprehension for the chimes to ring, I still perceive the sun traversing the sky. And even though your twilight encroaches on my day, it will not stay when you’re gone - it will ebb as the afternoon ahead overruns it. I’ll be sure of that.

But not yet. For now, I’ll quietly consider the stars this glimpse of night gives.

Are they other days past?

Memories shared?

Their gentle glimmer reminds me of them.

The inevitable nightfall intimidates me, but I hope those stars can strengthen me when the dark comes to eclipse my day.