Every single day,
I try to force myself to ask you.
Every single day,
I come within half an inch of pulling it off.
But that day was different,
Because that day was the last time
That I saw you.
I knew in those last thirty seconds,
Throughout goodbye hugs
And mild tears,
That this was the last opportunity I had to ever tell you how I felt
And I grabbed that opportunity.
Now, years later, I wonder,
Why did I let go?
