If I was given the gift, or curse
Of knowing this would be
Our last night together
That there would be no morning
No continuation of what we have
Would I do things differently
Would I stay up a little later
Hold you a little longer, tighter
Than I ever had before
Would I whisper the things
You’ve been longing to hear
As your breath warms my neck
Hand plays gently with your hair
Would I take the time to look
Into your eyes, held, locked
With the understanding that you
Are and always will be, everything to me
Would I be able to speak, to touch
To caress in ways that put your mind
At peace, to convince your very soul
How much I love you
Would I never roll over, never
Look away, never close my eyes
Would I finally do things right
And never let go of the beauty
That is you, the wonder, that is us