If This Was the Last
i remember all of our first times
all of our poems
i've always been safer in air
yet you kept me afloat in rushing tides
but
without your beautiful silhouette
eyes see sadness in indigo weeping waves
the whole ocean seems empty to me
unable to stroke like a butterfly
i'm drowning in ripples of loneliness
wondering if that was the last
time I would gaze into your brown eyes
i was lost in your arms now i'm annoyed at being found
labyrinth of lament is a boat trapped in a glass bottle
love is an analogy of two hearts
fate a game of chance without luck
was it the last time
i would roam in your flower garden
feel heartbeats from your chest
rest upon the softness of your breasts
aroma of your sensual skin still caresses my fingertips
as your memories comfort like a winter scarf
if only it was your lips on my coffee cup
your kiss to soothe the bitterness
yet i'm lonelier than the summer moon
burning away like a fading star
ageing in the transgression of time
grey strands overcoming my appearance
was that the last time
i would wipe your tears
hold you passionately in my arms
you rise with the music of dawn
whilst i sink in the smoky silent haze of dusk
so i sit upon distant shivery shores
whilst moonlight glimmers upon your turquoise sea
your memories seem more melancholic in the rain
everything seems colder in the confusion of absence
wondering if this will be the last time
i answer you calling my name
hear you tell me you hate me -
then remind me you love me
then portray it in poetry
what if this was the last poem
last time we get to say goodbye
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