I notice it:

The slight hesitation

Before every goodbye;

A pause, never knowing

If this is the last time

You will ever see the blue of my eyes;

The flash of my smile;

The beating of my heart

As it pushes through my chest

Whenever you are near.

Just one more moment

To soak it all in,

To make it a memory

Engrained in your mind.

But I will have you know

That every time you turn to leave,

I reach for your hand,

For even the slightest graze.

As I too know

This could be the last touch

Of the skin I have

Come to adore.