Would he?

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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