my last goodbye would be greeted by cold hard stone...
when it could have been met with a smile and kiss that spoke louder than words...
had i known
my last embrace would be an empty fleeting memory...
no longer possessing the warmth and comfort that holds the power to heal me...
had i known
my last words would dissolve into irrelevant meaningless nothing...
when they could have encased within them the power and strength of my love...
had i known
that is was my last chance...
would it have made things easier to bear...
would i have said and done things differently...would the tears not flood, threating to drown me, but puddle instead...
would the memory of my last hug hold fresher and warm me when i need it the most...
had i only known
'to know or not to know, that is the questions'...how does your last chance at something change with the knowledge that it is your last chance? this post was inspired in part by Poetic Asides' Wednesday Prompt...and in part by the tears that still threaten to drown me...
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