Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be meeting her,
would he have given her that gift
that is still there
on the top shelf of his book case,
waiting for her?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be seeing her,
would he have taken
possibly a few seconds more
to dive into her chocolate eyes
and remember the dimples
that appeared everytime she smiled?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be listening to her voice,
would he have leisurely given in
to the rhythm of his heartbeat
that danced to her euphonious tone?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be breathing in
the air that had kissed her,
would he have preserved
that essence of hers that smelled like
a meadow of peonies in spring
in a bottle made of the sunshine
that reflected from her ring?
Had he known
that would be the last time
he would be feeling the
softness of her touch
accidentally, against the warmth
of her cocoa-filled cup,
would he have treasured that moment
in the silky flowers that bloomed
when she blinked her eyes
and let the evening stars drop?
Had he known
those words she spoke then
would be her last words to him,
would he have listened to them
in a different tone,
or would he have said his words
that he had till that point postponed?
Would his wait now be any different
if he had not waited for the moment then,
and had he done what he
could and should have done,
not knowing... that would be
probably their last time under the sun?
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