Click here to hear the poet read his words:
the last time
I didn’t know
it was the last time
I’d ever hold your hand
or
I’d have clasped it longer
and more consciously
and treasured every touch
I didn’t know
it was the last time
I’d ever hear your laugh
or
I’d have tried harder
to be funny
to prolong the music
I didn’t know
it was the last time
I’d ever see your smile
or
I’d have done more
to please you
to bathe longer in its light
I didn’t know
it was the last time
I’d ever kiss your lips
or
I’d have wrapped you
more tightly in my arms
and savoured your sweet taste
I didn’t know
it was the last time
I’d ever smell autumn
in your hair
or
I’d have known
that winter
would be an eternity
of biting cold
and aching loneliness
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I like the reading words.
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The imagery is exquisite, as is the final ‘biting cold and aching loneliness’
A word-painting of heartache.
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