Darkness Falls Poem by G J Salgado

If you wanted to hug her, you should've never let her go
If you wanted to kiss her, you should've tasted her lips
When you think of her is it only a distant thought tangled inside a whisper within a faded voice that never learned to speak?
When you first met her; do you still remember how she looked, how she smelled, and how she made you feel?
Did you ever touch her hand with your fingertips before she walked away?
Before she walked away for good, did you even hold her hand?
If you held her during the storm, did you ever hold her close to you before she was carried away?
Why didn't you hold her hand and carry her before she was swept away beyond the dark?