The Last Time

Sometimes you know,

That you are seeing someone,

For the last time;

Sometimes,

In this lifetime.

Which is why,

Your mind records,

Every last moment,

In the highest pixels,

Storing it somewhere safe,

To be played multiple times,

Over and over again.

On days when you think of them,

On nights when you miss them,

And at all times,

When someone mentions a goodbye.

It’s all that you think of,

How the lights looked,

How the air smelt,

How their touch felt,

When the last time you hugged.

And how you wanted the time to stop,

For ever in that kiss,

Because sometimes you know,

That you are seeing someone,

For the last time,

Sometimes, in this lifetime.

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