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