The Last Time

It's sad how we never know when it will be the last time we see someone. You always think you'll see that person again...an optimistic thought. But then you don't. And then it is the last time...or was.. And you think about that time - the last one and the times before it. Whether it was good or bad, reliving the moments until the time was over. You remember their smile, the sound of their voice, their laugh. You remember their hugs and the little nuances...the way they smelled, the way they walked, the way they moved. You replay it all until the details become blurred. The sound of their voice, the color of their eyes, the sound of their laugh become harder and harder to imagine. All that's left is the memory that they were there and now they're not. And you wish that you had known it was the last time so you could have said goodbye properly.