Four Days

Four days.
Four days when we were at peace
And ourselves.
After years of stress and work and worry.
Four days to laugh and play and watch TV
and lie in each other's arms
and go out and do something fun.
To watch the flaming sun fade
into a rosy ball
and throw orange shimmering light
upon the waves
and stand and watch and hold each other
until it turned off.

It wasn't enough.
But yet
we had four days.