Minutes Turn into Days

I hear the clock ticking

Ticking away minutes of our lives

Precious minutes that cannot be replaced

Minutes that turn into days

Days that are spent worrying

Worrying about the day

The day, the very minute

That I will leave him

To go to a place

Where minutes don't tick

He sits next to me

He wants to hold my hand

He knows the day is soon

He wants to hang on to me

We do not talk, only breathe

Breathing is a sign of life

A life that will soon be over

A life that soon will be forgotten

Forgotten like an old book in the back of the bookcase

He will not forget

He will live on memories

Memories of the days we had

His breathing becomes heavy

He is thinking about the day

He worries about it

I try to calm him

Telling him that we still have time

Time to spend fully

I've lived my life to fullest

He will too

He has more time

Time to live out his dreams

Dreams that he realized with me

He's helped me with mine

Every single one has been lived out

In the days we've spent

Days that started as minutes

Minutes we have left

I still hear the clock ticking

P.S. What da ya Think?