I’ve been given 4000 weeks

I’ve been given 4000 weeks
Or so they say
Maybe less
Maybe more
But nonetheless by now
I’m more than halfway there
There’s no beating about
The bush
I’ve burnt and raged
I’ve kicked and become
Abject
I’ve lost interest in it
All
And yet the flame of
my candle is hardly
Lit
By definition
You light my candle
Like no one else
Your furnace
Burns
Cold as ice
A week with you
Feels like a Venus
Day or
A Mars night
You make me
Feel like a character
In an old morality tale
One with no memory
And no self awareness
I had no clear plan
Leading me to your table
Only a longing and
Itch I couldn’t scrape
Away no matter
What tool I used
I might only have a few
Weeks left
For all that I know
It’s possible I’ll die soon
But at least I’ll die
in the knowledge
That my glory days lies
In front of me
I’d rather die reaching for
The stars
Than being nostalgic
for a past
I can hardly remember any
More
Anyway I hope
I’ll have 2000 or more
Week with you
And all our vivid
Living
Somewhere underneath
Us
Within us
There is bound to be a
Stash of gold
Let’s start digging
Let’s never stop