Don't Read Too Much Into This

I don't know what my last thought will be
Or what I will see before these eyes close

But I hope that it's the sound of the ocean falling onto the shore
My brother running to me when I haven't seen him in awhile
Or the sound of Jacinta's laugh when she can't hold it back
the way my home looks when it's snowing late at night

My mother's hands kneading tortilla dough
Surprise letters in the mail
Sam kissing my forehead
Or the way the wind feels on my skin driving home late at night with the windows down and my favorite song

And you.

I hope I see that grin you have just for me when you're happy to see me
and the smile you give me when I catch you looking
the sound of your voice when you're whispering secrets

Or even just the brush of your fingertips against mine.