The Last: poem

And the last time he kissed her

her eyes didn’t close

and their fingers didn’t touch

and the white office clock

ticked past 5:13pm

Their feet sat emptily

in their shoes

and their shoes

on the carpet

Gravity was indifferent

and so were they

 

And the last time he embraced her

she was nothing to hold

All shivers and scratched skin

she was marked red

and cold

Not beaming pink like the first time

not warm like the first time

heart pounding like the first time

 

The first time he saw her

she was a dull glow

Her mouth telling stories

her eyes didn’t know

And they were all

sad smiles

wet eyelashes

stolen glances

last bows

never-spoken goodbyes

 

 

Em Humble
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