Had I known it was the last time,
I would have taken a closer look
Would have memorized the angle where the cheek bones rise
Would have captured the tilt of your nose in a mental click
I would have reached out and touched the corner of that half smile.

But I didn't know
So I stood at a distance and waved

Now, these months later,
With memory growing weaker and the pain stronger
I wish I had known, that it was the last time I would see you.
That it was the end.