The Last Time

I can still see you standing in the doorway, wearing your purple robe Waving to me as a late summer breeze, carried me off to work You waved to me each morning How could I know this was to be the last, That I’d never again behold your loving gaze That you’d be taken from me If I knew, if I could have known, what would I have done differently Would I have held you a little longer, Perhaps a longer kiss Would there have been uncontrollable tears Or would I have lovingly waved goodbye, securing a beautiful memory We can never know what is to be the last time.