You see someone for the last time, without realizing that it’s the last. You say “see you”, never knowing that you’ll never see them again. It’s the last time that you look into their eyes and feel their presence. It’s the last time he or she speaks to you. It’s the last time that you touch.
But once you turn your back and head home, that’s it. If you knew that it was the last, could you really leave them here? If you knew that you were never seeing them again, how, if ever, could you say goodbye and walk away, knowing that this is it. What would you say? What would you feel? Would you open your heart and say the things that you always wanted to say?
Does it make a difference, anyway?
Does it make a difference, at all?