The Poetry Snapshot: Last Words

My last words were not perfect.
My last glance was none at all.

I was trying to race time
from the second you stood up.
But I could not ease my mind
to string together thoughts.

How could I find words for all those moments?
For all the emotions that echo everywhere I go.

There are no perfect last words.

But I think about what I would have said,
if there were.

I would have comforted you
Instead of feel my hurt.

I would have reminded you
sometimes our hands are clumsy.
We drop fragile hearts
we hoped to protect.

But hearts that mend transcend
the love it had before.
It blooms in ways it’s never explored,
reaching the sky to touch the moon.
Stitched together to make room
for new things to adore.

I appreciate you
for the care you show.

I appreciate you
for letting me grow.

I appreciate you
more than you know.

I appreciate you.

Perhaps, my last words were perfectly true.