This is just not the right timing. The moments fall into the wrong part of life.
Your last embrace, I wish it could have lasted forever. Your warm breath whispering across my neck as I wish for you to try to get some rest. Your arms clenching me so tightly as if you never wanted to let go. That warm hand sliding down slightly. When it stopped and seemed to unconsciously change course slowly, I had to pull away. But it was enough to make me imagine that hand there as I fell asleep.