The Forty-Two Days

There must be 124 good reasons
why there is always a nest resting
on that one beam above the porch.

In addition, there are probably
1,149 cherries in the front tree
with thoughts of pie.

In my lifetime, I’ve probably missed
14,796 sunsets, and it saddens me
that I would.

Moreover, I’ve lived 42 days alone
since he left and 8,391 days on my
own before him.

Today, I got to thinking of the
seven billion-some people in the
world who I’ll never meet.

And I just wanted to register this
request to all of you going through
your days:

Be good to the one named Thornton
who I lived for in every moment of
762 days and can’t seem to forget

no matter how many times I try.