One Last Kiss
He rushed out the door,
Delayed for the day,
No time for a kiss,
Before driving away.
Ignorant of life,
And Her plan for his fate,
All he had on his mind,
Was not being late.
Eying his watch,
Not the oncoming car,
Shattered the windshields,
And flung him out far.
In a pool of his blood,
He waits for his death,
Life flashing before him,
His last moments left.
He thought that with money,
Everything he could buy,
Yet even with money,
The time came to die.
He regretted forgetting,
Her last six birthdays,
He regretted late nights,
And days slaving away.
He regretted taking,
His whole life for granted,
As if it were his,
To spend when he wanted.
He regretted not saying,
"I really love you,"
Now it’s too late,
Nothing else he could do.
He wished to return,
To an hour ago,
He wished he had kissed her,
Just so she’d know.
He closed his eyes,
This man, husband, dad,
Regret in his final breath,
One last kiss he never had.
(Note: I wrote this some time ago and it brings personal meaning to me because I’ve taken many things for granted and only realized my mistake only after I lose them forever. Don’t be too harsh on me, I’m not some poetic genius)
