If Only

By Janet Clark

If only I hadn’t been standing in line, buying those two books I was certain you’d enjoy. Laughing with work friends — bragging about your most recent adventure. I don’t understand how I could have been feeling such joy when I should have been with you to cheer you on as you made the journey. I should have been at your side to whisper words of encouragement. I should have been there to help you cross over — from this life into the next. Such regret. If only I had been with you — to hold your hand when you died.