A memory. Still painful, still raw.
But it was our last moments together.
A time we both wanted more.
We did. But it was too soon
Then too late. The flowers bloom.
All I hold now is never.
We sat on the floor, he pulled me close
My head in his chest, my heart wanting to burst
Thinking about what we wanted most.
A feeling of familiarity. He leaned over and kissed
Me on my lips. Not suspecting something was amiss.
Gone but those memories won't disperse.
Can't help but wish I could say goodbye;
For the final time he would hold me in his arms.
Force myself..., but it won't work, not to cry.
This time will be our last.
Will be? No. It has already passed.
