The Last Time
No more the bleary wake to chimes, the racing heart, the fight for time
No more the early morning smile, the secret kiss, the frozen tile
No more the bitter triumph felt at closing of all business dealt
No more the daylight tryst or walk, or waiting for a chance to talk
I left you there despite your tears, because I do not harbor fears
The last of all the times we shared, not for forever, but just for there
To one who always I hold dear, I have not left, I'll bring you here
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Average reader rating 5.00/5
What a nice rhyme scheme and flow. And a sweet sentiment as well.
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