A Letter To Day

Dear Day,

How's it going?
I know letter is so yesterday,
but I write anyway.
Because though I see you everyday
we seldom talk, face to face.
Some say you are a gift to me,
that's why you're also called Present.
That kind of makes me continuously tense.
I'm supposed to treasure you always, every moment, now?
Honestly, I all too often failed.
It seems that you are always available,
in the name of Tomorrow.
In fact, you are but one and only.
Tomorrow you'll be gone.
Forever.
And One Day, ironically, you come no more.
It's kind of sad, but it's true.
So please tell me, remind me or even shout at me:
Love me like I am your very last.

From
Now On