When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know
any of us, what happens then.
So I try not to miss anything.
I think, in my whole life, I have never missed
The full moon
or the slipper of its coming back.
Or, a kiss.
Well, yes, especially a kiss.
― Mary Oliver, “When,” Swan: Poems and Prose Poems. (Beacon Press; 1St Edition edition September 14, 2010)