If we realized that these might be our last words, our last actions, our last smiles gifted one another, our last glimpses of the face we equalize to love; I doubt we would ever be able to say goodbye. Yet we do. And we slam doors behind our backs, we hurt others, we refuse to look into each other’s eyes as we part from an argument. Poisonously we leave each other’s company and we realize not that tomorrow we might come face to face again, one of us draped in white and lowered to the earth, the other regretting his attitude and the words last said.