The meeting

I don't remember 

The last time we met. 

Maybe it was when we hugged, 

For the first time. 

We both blamed each other

For not meeting often.

He fixed a date to meet again,

I said I'd try, taking out time 

From this busy crowded life. 

We never reunited. 

I wonder what I could've told him

That'd be enough to say to a person

You're meeting for the last time. 

I wonder what I could've done 

To make him happy

That'd be enough for him to smile

On his last day in the hospital bed. 

I wonder what he thought of

When the truck hit his bike 

Did he think of the happy days? 

Or the day he lost his pet? 

Did he think of his mother or

The sister he loved more than life itself?

Did he wish to rewind time or

Wished all of it to be just a nightmare?

I wonder if it's ever possible for someone 

To know, if a meeting is the last one 

And to know, what exactly one should do

Every time we meet a person

That would be sufficient 

For no regrets in this lifetime, even if we had 

The last meeting with someone.