Every time I see you is the last time
At least as far as I know
But then years pass
And I feel foolish.
Still better to have
Grabbed the opportunity to savor.
Though Flowers can be beautiful
Even if no one ever sees or smells them.

One of these days it will be the last time
Maybe we’ll even know
Maybe we’ll finally say those things
We always meant to say
Or thought we said
Or thought we had said enough.
Or maybe we will live long enough to regret
We did not,
Thinking we will the next time.