The Last Time

The last time I saw his face there was a distant glance.
He was searching for the end of our conversation. 
We sat in his car and he mostly listened.  I looked for his eyes,
but they were focused on the rain.  As if he were keeping the tempo of the drops.
I begged and pleaded, however unsuccessful,
I walked away with heavy raindrops piercing my face...

I sat in my truck; lost. 
How was I supposed to drive home knowing I would never see him again?
How was I supposed to sleep knowing once I woke up, he wouldn't be there?
How?

It's been four days since I last saw his face and it feels like years. 
It's been three days since I last heard his voice and it feels like decades. 

The last time I felt his touch, how could that be the last time?