Such a subtle
warning, neither siren nor light caught my attention. A
peculiar sadness in your eyes flicked for a moment then hid
cleverly behind your smile.
However could I
know that you wouldn’t always be coming back home?
A final embrace,
the last time I would circle your neck, stroke the back of
your hair and squeeze your hand.
I walked away
without looking back, deep in thought on other things. A busy
day at work, a list of errands. So many details, and so little
Had I turned
around would I have known? If I had looked would I have seen?
If I had seen, would I have guessed? Did your smile, faded and
worn slip silently from your face?
sweet-smelling shirt to my face does little to ease the sting.
Your photo still sits smiling from the dresser. I have warned
those friends and family who sit unguarded as I once did…you
never know the last time.