POETRY

Always there in spirit, in love, in friendship

Kate Frances October 15, 2018 7 Comments

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.

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CategoriesPOETRY

Tagsamwriting, angel, creativewriting, loss, lovestory, Poem, ROMANCE

7 Comments

Ben Aqiba October 15, 2018 at 9:29 am

Great poem Viola. I also like the end 🙂

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1. Viola Bleu October 15, 2018 at 9:41 am
  
  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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  1. Ben Aqiba October 15, 2018 at 9:42 am
    
    You are very welcome Viola. Stay positive
    
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kaylaannauthor October 15, 2018 at 5:13 am

Wow so poignant, especially the ending.

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1. Viola Bleu October 15, 2018 at 6:55 am
  
  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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  1. kaylaannauthor October 15, 2018 at 4:29 pm
    
    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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  2. Viola Bleu October 15, 2018 at 4:36 pm
    
    Yup.
    Just that 😔
    
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