The Last Time

Mon, 08/12/2013 - 20:24 -- jgibbs

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It’s the last time you’ll see him.

He’s pale with closed eyes.

He used to make you happy,

But now all you do is cry.

You cry over what was,

And what won’t ever be.

You cry because you realize

It’s over and done.

 

It was the last time you saw him.

And you’re older and wiser and such,

You realize that person had meant to you so much.

When it’s quiet and awkward,

So unlike before,

You think of him solely.

And you think of before.

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