Day 3 (NaPoWriMo day 15)

I started counting the days
I see the white owl outside
my bedroom window;

it reminds me of you

you’re still here,
and I’m with you
everyday

but as that owl hoots,
my heart aches,

because the first night
we saw it hovering over
the trees

you told me it was
getting old ,
that this is its
last home

I realized we’re
running out
of time

***Prompt by Everlasting from NaPoWriMo 2021 thread.