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The last time
I held you –
the train was just leaving.
A pink piece of twilight
was burned soft as coal.
A whistle of promise –
came sweet
down the canyon –
for a moment
forever
was a hand
we could hold.
The last time
I saw you –
was just around morning.
We rolled into Beaumont
and stopped for a bite…
I remember that look –
how distant
how dreamy –
reflecting on something
we’d lost
to the light.
The last time
I kissed you –
was two o’clock Sunday…
bent over choices –
some place
never been.
A dark stretch of highway
and no place for turning –
back to beginning
we wandered
again.
The last time
I called you –
I suffered my longing
how deeply the missing –
a place you once knew.
How tender –
these memories
of roads left to travel –
ere time give me
pardon –
a last time
with you.
tornadoday 
So lovely and so very passionate!
Thank you, Wendell. I think most of us wish for one more time, whether with love or with a parent or sibling……..one more time to just love. Had we known, we might have held a moment longer. ~ Bobbie
Stunning! Hard to believe how perfectly the photo fits the word, all orangy pink and loaded with longing.
Thank you so much for your kind words, my friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Now, another favorite!! tender, heart pressed and beautifully written!
🙂 thank you so much, Linda…….. Being a favorite of yours is a true honor! ~ Love you, B
Oh so sweet and full of love’s hunger and longing….I could feel the sadness and the joy in your heart….
Celeste
Thank you, Celeste……. Regardless the place we are, there are always moments when we linger over memories, pining for a moment there again. ~ Love, Bobbie
If we could only realize that there are “last time” moments, we’d live and love more intensely. It’s just that as we go through our days, we often are under the illusion that things will remain “status quo”, which is not the case. Beautifully written and moving, Bobbie!
You’re so right, Dee. There’s a song I love that laments, ‘I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying.’ They are all the last time, the first time, the best time. This is all there is………..we should do all we can to ‘love it up’…… 😉 Love you and thank you, Dee. ~ Bobbie