Lasts

I measure my life in lasts.

The last time you’ll hug me.
The last time I’ll see you make that face.
The last late night eating junk and playing games.
The last word I’ll type on this keyboard.
The last German conversation I’ll overhear you say.
The last time I’ll ever straighten your shirt.
The last time I’ll ever watch him do yoga.
The last time I’ll ever see them swap clothing.
The last time those leaves will blow in the wind, just like this.
The last time I’ll wait here silently in the dark and watch this dance.
The last kiss.

(it never really lasts.)

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~ by kiranapoleon on August 11, 2005.

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