You were reaching for something,
I was hoping it is my hand,
And it's just me being silly.
You hand me your history book and you were smiling ,
Saying it's one of your favorites.
Inside that car for a bit I felt like I wanted everything to stop mid way,
The way I chuckled in your presence,
I don't want it to be just a memory.
And here I am reliving it.
YOU ARE READING
I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
