I don’t remember the last words I spoke to you… were they kind… were they soft… and did they go to you with a smile… did they have meaning and purpose? I search my mind to replay our last words… I would never have known they might be our last…
I want to remember… It is important to me to remember. Perhaps it will come to me in the quiet of the night… perhaps I will hear our words in the gentle breeze…
I don’t remember the last time I looked into your eyes… was it kind… did it leave you with a smile… did it have meaning and purpose? I search my mind to replay our last glance… I would never have known our eyes may never meet again…
I want to remember… It is important to me to remember. Perhaps it will come to me in my quiet thoughts of the day… perhaps I will see the kindness of your eyes in the stares of an infant…
I don’t remember the last time I touched your hand… was it kind… was it the touch of tenderness… did it leave you with a smile of happiness… did it have meaning and purpose? I search my mind to replay our last touch… I never would have known it might be our last embrace…
I want to remember… It is important to me to remember. Perhaps it will come to me in my dreams… perhaps I will feel your touch in the gentle warmth of the sun on my skin…
Shannon R Killman
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