The Last Poem by James Pritchard
The Last
The last time we deeply talked,
was also the last time we will together walk.
The last time our hands did touch,
never again together at lunch.
The last time I looked deeply in your eyes,
was the last time that they will brighten up my skies.
The last time we hugged,
was the last time that I you bugged.
The last time we will ever kiss,
I will always you miss.
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Poem has a sincerity about it