March 30th

What if today was the last time I saw you,
What if today was the last time I came over

I would probably tell you to keep my guitar,
I would miss it a lot, it would be giving a part of me,
But it isn’t as if I hadn’t already given all I had

My mom would ask me about that,
She would be worried confused and upset,
Still, dealing with her and the questions and worries that would arise
Would be less painful than having to see you for one last time

You would text me tomorrow, waiting for my reply
You would be worried and look for me
I would never make it to the park where we are supposed to meet
I wouldn’t see you that afternoon
I wouldn’t see you in mass on Sunday
I wouldn’t see you for lunch and after my class on Monday
I wouldn’t go with you to your house for Easter
Your parents would ask what happened,
You would say you don’t know and would have to fight the tears as you do so

You would wonder what’s wrong with you,
Why people you love vanish suddenly and don’t leave a trace
And I say, it’s not you
But its everyone else
As of me, it would be the way I can see a storm even in the brightest days

Would you cry?
Would you doubt?
Would you really look for me?
Or would you settle for a new reality,

If you cry,
If you doubt,
If you look for me,
Then I would know that I was, as always, wrong

But I have no way to know,
Unless if today was the last time I saw you.