The First And The Last - Poem by AnnaLeigh Jones
The first day, the last tear:
The first step, the last hope:
Tortured by sheer distance.
The first words, the last goodbye:
Memories fading to black.
The first hello, the last mistake:
Decisions I'd never take back.
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