The Last Time He Called Poem by Florida Angel

Intrigued by his own word
He was wondering about it:
'May I call it the Last' - I hope not
Both of us said and thought.

But how can we ever know,
When the very last time will be,
And if so, what would we have made,
Or would make differently?

Maybe over the sink
Of the bathroom still called ours
Where a huge mirror lays,
Where we crossed our eyes, one into the other,
Your mouth holding my breath, my voice…
Your heart pumping with mine,
My tears dropping on your back and shoulders
What have WE done with our LOVE?

Maybe the Last, The last time we Called It...