If I’m Being Honest

You’re leaving was the last memory I’ll ever make

The silence in the wooden floorboards that no longer creaked

That led to the voices screaming in my head to keep me awake

Reminding me of every word I should have said

That if I’m being honest fills me with dread

I should have said I love you one more time,

I should have held you longer — hands entwined

Feeling your pulse in rhythm with mine