This might be the last time
I held your essence with me because I knew it might be the last time.
I carried your smell in my nostrils and hoped with each breath that it wouldn’t disappear because I knew it might be the last time.
I held that feeling of ease with which looked into your eyes in that rawest moment because I knew it might be the last time.
I am comforted by the familiar feeling in my soul, like I know you from far away and forever and it made it easier to know this might be the last time.