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The last time
How often we unknowingly encounter the
Last time, the last time we kissed twice
Before sleep, the last time we held hands
In the car, the last time we shared a cup or
A bottle of pop.
The last time, sounds so monumental, so
Grand, yet its origins are often so tiny, so
Inconsequential. The last time! Oh, the
Mystery of it all, what was said, when was
It said, who knows, who can tell? That's
The wonder of The last Time.
The last time. Such a tragedy, such a silly
Way of eroding affection. No one can tell
When the next last time may come, nor
Where in a conversation it may lurk silently
Waiting to transform love in one form or
Another into The last time.
© Joseph G Dawson