If Only I Had Known
If only I had known that it was the last time you would kiss me,
I would have made it count for more.
I would not have been so blasé as to just sit there
and let you lean across the car seat and briefly kiss me twice on the mouth.
I would have held you in my arms and drawn you close to me,
I would have sought a further loving kiss and pressed my cheek to yours,
while running my fingers through your soft, soft hair
and tracing a line down your beloved face.