I had a vision

Of how our last meeting would go,

We would hug

And I would know

That you lived a good life

And were ready to go,

And you would know

That you were loved,

Especially by me;

But I sit across from you

With you scared to leave,

And me scared for you to go,

And I wish not to stop time,

But to rewind it,

To anticipate your troubles

And cure them

Before they would start;

But unfortunately

That is impossible

Because life is imperfect like that,

Just like goodbyes.