the last time

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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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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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  3. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    I like the reading words.

  4. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:

    The imagery is exquisite, as is the final ‘biting cold and aching loneliness’
    A word-painting of heartache.

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