Last Embrace

The first time she walked in, I turned away,

My heart closed, my mind in dismay.

She sat beside me, her voice so sweet,

I answered coldly, with a guarded heartbeat.

Days drifted by, then one morning, she was gone,

An empty seat—my heart felt withdrawn.

Why does her face haunt my mind?

This emptiness, so cruel and unkind.

I tried to ignore it, but I can't deny,

She left a trace behind in every sigh.

She appeared again, that smile now bright,

Without thinking, I stepped into the light.

“Want to hang out?” she asked with grace,

I said “Yes,” as my heart picked up pace.

We laughed, the sun shone, time stood still,

A hug so warm, a moment to fill.

But then the rain fell, I gave her my coat,

Unknowing, it would be our final note.

The next day, I stood by her door,

Rain pouring down, silence evermore.

Her mother emerged, tears like the rain,

“She’s not coming back; she’s dead,” echoed my pain.

That hug was our first, now it’s the last,

She left in the storm, gone too fast.

Now when it rains, I’m alone in the night,

Chasing shadows, missing her light.

Every drop recalls that fleeting chance,

“Why did you leave me? We never had a second glance.”