When I think of what was,
There is a shudder,
An awakening.
Twofold it engulfs me,
Excitement of memories,
Fear of realisation,
That it is no more.
How do we know,
When the last time
Is the last time.
We don’t.
Aspiring Author & Life Juggler
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Great poem Viola. I also like the end 🙂
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Aw brilliant!!
Thank you … me too. Love a poignant ending which makes you stop and think, whether than be poetry, book or film!
Have a great day 🖌
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You are very welcome Viola. Stay positive
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Wow so poignant, especially the ending.
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Thank you darling … I always think back to ‘final’ things and realise we don’t know that they are coming.
Like the last time I read a book to my children!!
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Exactly! The last time we hugged that friend, saying “I can’t wait to do this again!” before you realize, you never did it again.
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Yup.
Just that 😔
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