when goodbyes are not equal to closure

All I could think of were the things I forgot to tell you. And i love you still.

I treat it like the last:

The last time I catch your eye.

The last time I see you watching me,

and the last time I find your gaze following.

I treat it like the last:

The last time I start to miss you when I'm with you.

The last time I brush my arms with your skin,

andthe last time I walk away.

I treat it like the last:

The last time I hold you.

The last time I say I'll never let go.

The last time I have to.

I treat it like the last,

the last time I leave you.

And I hope against hope,

I hope with all hope.

That there will be another last.

And another.

And another.

And always another.

would you still feel for me?