DIE FORM DES VERSÄUMTEN: Not holding on tightly enough in the embrace

I don’t remember our last words. Only the moment when your arms wrapped around me and I thought I should hold on tighter. But I didn’t. I let go too soon. Maybe I thought there was still time. Maybe I didn’t know you were leaving – not just the room, but everything. Now I often go back to that instant, wondering if I could have kept it from slipping away by holding you just a little tighter.