If we knew the last goodbye

In the quiet threshold of fleeting moments, where time dances delicately on the edge of eternity, a profound realization settles like a gentle whisper in the heart. If only we could grasp the weight of finality in the fragile beauty of passing moments, we might hold tighter, love fiercer, and cherish deeper.

If I knew that this is the last time you pass through this door, I would not let the moment slip away in the silent shadows of regret. I would reach out, embrace you with the tenderness of a thousand sunsets, imprinting the memory of your touch upon my soul. Each kiss would speak volumes of unspoken love, a symphony of emotions echoing through the corridors of time.

If I knew that this is the last time I would hear your voice, every syllable would be a treasure to be treasured for eternity. I would listen intently, savoring the melody of your words as they weave a tapestry of memories that I could hold close in the silence of absence. Each whisper, each laughter, each sigh would be etched in the very fabric of my being, a timeless echo of your presence.

If I knew this is the last time I see you, the words "I love you" would not remain unspoken, lost in the vast expanse of unspoken sentiments. They would bloom like a garden of roses, their fragrance lingering in the air long after you have gone. In that moment of parting, I would pour out my heart, painting the canvas of our shared existence with the hues of affection and gratitude, letting the colors of love shine brightly in the twilight of goodbye.

For in the tapestry of life, where threads of destiny intertwine and part with the ebb and flow of time, it is in the awareness of finality that the true essence of love is revealed. So let us not wait for the inevitable farewell to express our deepest emotions, but rather embrace each moment as if it were the last, for in the beauty of impermanence lies the eternal power of love.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer