Not Done

For two seconds today,

I thought I was done,

Like, done, done,

Like done from this life, done,

Like, done,

Really done.

And all I could think about was,

I don't want to be done yet,

I have so many things to say,

I don't want my last conversations till then,

Be the last conversations,

With people I talk everyday,

With people I haven't spoken to in a few days.

With people who haven't spoken to me in a few years,

And with the poem I wrote last night,

I really didn't want it to be the last one I ever wrote.

It's a miracle,

In it's own way,

How I wasn't done,

Or the universe wasn't done with me, either,

And I got a chance to speak more,

Hug and cry more,

Write more,

Live more.

Not done.

Yet.