The Last Time
I can still see you standing in the doorway,
wearing your purple robe
Waving to me as a late summer breeze,
carried me off to work
You waved to me each morning
How could I know this was to be the last,
That I’d never again behold your loving gaze
That you’d be taken from me
If I knew,
if I could have known,
what would I have done differently
Would I have held you a little longer,
Perhaps a longer kiss
Would there have been uncontrollable tears
Or would I have lovingly waved goodbye,
securing a beautiful memory
We can never know what is to be the last time.
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