White Shirt

The future is such an amorphous creature,

with it's ability to ramify in such unpredictable ways.

Despite the unlikelihood of such an occurrence,

I still had a fleeting thought,

a gnat in the recesses of my mental wanderings:

What if this was the last time I saw you?

So as you walked to your door,

backlit by overhanging cloud cover of the deep night's cityscape,

I couldn't tear my eyes away.

If this was to be my last view of you

I couldn't bear knowing I squandered it.