Twenty-four Hours to Live

My coffee rests between my hands
As I sit waiting in the sun.
The heat rises to my fingertips,
And the song you were playing is done.

If I could have this moment forever,
I very nearly think I would.
If I could take this moment to live in,
I very nearly think I could.

Your guitar strings are coming undone,
But it’s funny to see you unwound.
Life seems unreal; it has a Kodak feel,
Which is usually legendary bound.

It looks so far away, I know,
But it’ll feel an even farther trip,
And so I’ll take these precious moments,
As coffee heats my fingertips.