if this were the last day

if this were the last day
If this were the last day
and this the last poem my hand could hold,
I would not waste it on fear

I would write your name
like a prayer between the lines, soft,
trembling,sacred.

I would tell you
that my love was never loud,never
demanding
just steady as a heartbeat
that learned your rhythm by memory


Know this:
I loved you in the quiet spaces
In the pauses between messages,
in the waiting,
in the hoping,
in the almost.

I loved you in ways
that asked for nothing back
except the chance
to feel close to you for a bit longer

And if the world were ending tonight,
I would still choose you
not because I had to,
but because my heart never learned
how to choose anyone else

So if this is the last thing you ever read
from me,
let it be simple,
let it be true:

I genuinely loved you



By melody