Just one last word

Just one last word, that’s all I want

the thank you or the sorry or the wondering why –

just one last word.

And what were our last words, that late and windy night?

You asked me to ask them

to turn the light down over your bed.

I kissed you goodbye.

You were worried I was driving home so late and I said

I’d be all right.

I asked them about the light.

They said they still had tests to do.

They’d have to leave it on.

I often wonder if you think

I let you down,

didn’t ask them after all,

swanned off into the windy night,

for once

not coming back for that extra kiss

like I used to

always

just in case…

Just one last word.