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The Last Time

Funny humans

Oblivious to their plight

They seem to find comfort

In denial

 

 

So much regret

 

 

The rain on the glass blurred my last sighting of you

I drew comfort from the warmth and the smell

Of the taxi that pulled me away

Wiping the back window to see you stood there

Just like when I was a child

 

Your solid frame seemed smaller

Didn’t seem to fill that space

As I thought I remembered

When I was little

You always seemed so much bigger

To me

 

I knew it was the last time

You looked sad

When I left

Broken and small

I wondered

Did you regret the times

You had missed

 

The tilt of your head

Told me you did

Your once proud demeanor

Crumpled and defeated

So little time left

A lifetime bereft

Of meaning

Fell to your feet

 

I thought it ironic

That for a writer

I placed more value on actions

Than words

In that moment I smiled

And thought it a little

Absurd

 

But that moment passed

As quick as it came

It occurred to me

How sad this moment was

Bouleverse as a french speaker

Would say

 

I pondered on the lost time

How your absence had festered

For so long in my mind

My whole life I’d seen you

As a giant

 

Yet there you were

A small, blurred figure

Stood on the doorstep

Small and sad

 

I couldn’t be sure

Were those my tears

Or the raindrops

That blinded me?

 

It all seemed so insignificant

As I strained to see you

For one last time

Willing you to feel

My forgiveness

A desperate attempt

To set us both

Free

 

I have only one last request

If there is an afterlife

Please be careful

Don’t make the same mistakes

Again

 

Be careful where you

Plant your seed.

 

C.K.22

 

 

 

 

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John Botterill

Tue 23rd Aug 2022 06:58

Stunning, Clare. As ever.

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 22nd Aug 2022 21:48

A moving story beautifully told, Clare.

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