i would’ve kissed you longer if i knew it was our last, told you i loved you to your pretty face; straight into those godly eyes, if i knew this is where i’d end up.
would’ve held you tighter as you slept on my chest; knowing i’d never see you after that very evening.
i don’t mind your pardon, love. i mind not loving you enough….
this is no poem or expressive piece. no piece of art or second-relief. merely my unfinished farewell.