If I Had Known The Last Time Would Be The Last Time, I Would've Let You Enjoy It

So I was there, days later

To collect the things you'd left

Carry what I could, the rest

Would follow in a week

So I was there, amongst your papers

Remembering when the ink was wet

And all the words not finished yet

All the pages incomplete

And if I thought the wind rose as I carry them away

Felt the clouds performing sunlight on the page

And if I felt them shifting, if I thought you were listening

If I saw you, I didn't say