The Kiss

At the station, I said, Kiss me
Kiss me like it’s the last time
Kiss me like I’ll die tomorrow
Kiss me like you’ll never see me again

And you said, No, that’s stupid
And I pouted
And you pecked me on the cheek
Why didn’t you kiss me?

Did you know already
That it actually was the last time
That you were going to kill me
That you never wanted to see me again?

Knowing that or not knowing that
Why didn’t you kiss me?
I knew nothing
I just loved you

And got on that train
Oblivious to the fact that life
Would ever be the same again
Why didn’t you kiss me?

(The kiss that never was haunts me more than all the kisses that were)

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