Bucket list, for you

 

If today is the last day,
I'll give you signs.
I'll ask you questions-
questions about your life and your views,
the truth about us, what we were,
the reasons for why there's no tomorrow.

If today is the last day,
I'll wake up early,
make you a cup of coffee,
tick the last item off my bucket list-
a list not of my desires,
but of what you might want from me.

If every day were the last,
you'd see the real me - an embarrassing me.
For I am, in normality,
always scared.
Scared of the shame that lies in tomorrow,
bound by my addiction for the future.