We All Die, In The End

milk

my diagnosis didnt come
with an expiration date
the doctor assured me
it wasnt terminal

even so
tonight may be the last time
i cling to my lovers hand
walk alongside strangers
or feel a summer breeze

i have no expiration date
no deadline to drain
what little of myself remains
i only awaken with the knowledge
that each day may be
the day i reach my end

tomorrow for me
does not exist
my legs may lose strength
enough to carry me
and my heart may
no longer pump my blood

i only have today