I wish I had known our last kiss was going to be our last kiss.  I wouldn’t have let it go so fleetingly.  I would have kissed you more earnestly, wrapped my arms around your neck, pulled you deeper.  But I held that moment like water in my palms and it trickled between the cracks in my skin until I had no more moment and no more kisses and no more of your love.
I wish I had known our last kiss was going to be our last kiss.  I would have kept it safer, worked harder to keep it alive.  I wouldn’t have let you ever pull away.  But I let it blow away on the wind and it’s lost among the trees now, a moment for someone else to capture.