Monday morning

Last time I saw you
There was no smile on your face
There was none on mine either
And no one knew it was meant to be a
Last goodbye
I pulled over few minutes later
Face in my hands
Palms full of tears
And started talking to everything around me

What if I weren't here?
What if we never met?
What if you weren't the woman you are?
What if it was me who died in that explosion and not my brother?
Would my mother have cried more? Less?
Would it make any difference to you
If you never knew the very details of my face?
My palms are never dry