If I could have just one more day with you… I would hardly speak. I would simply listen to your voice and commit every tone of it to memory until it became my favourite melody. I would look at you. I would study your eyes and your mouth, and I would learn every angle, every pane of your face until I could see you perfectly with my eyes closed. I would hold your hand in mine. I would trace all the lines on your palm until they became a trail – a map - that I could retrace on my own palm every time I felt lost. I would soak you up and breathe you in until there was not a single thing that I could not recall at a moment’s notice. But more than anything, if I had one more day with you, I would hold you. I would hold you so tight, hoping that maybe if I didn’t let you go… You wouldn’t. Yes, if I had just one more day with you, I would hope… I would hope so hard… that you wouldn’t have to leave again. *****