I lived far from existence.
For a short time at once,
If life meant its purpose,
Maybe it is defined by the warmth I felt with those hands.
As if they were destined to be entwined with mine,
It was temporary.
Like autumn leaves falling as they wait for winter,
And it was gone quickly enough, as I expected life to be shorter as it is.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
