The last time ...
the last time
I ever saw you
neither of us
knew it was the last —
only the sweetest
Sharing with Weekly Scribblings #84 at Poets and Storytellers United.
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage /
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, /
We Poets of the proud old lineage /
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ...
(James Elroy Flecker)
Short, but strong enough to make the reader feel the ache.
ReplyDeletePoignant...lovely.
ReplyDeleteThat's so touching
ReplyDeleteWe never know when "the last time" is, do we? All the more reason to treat every moment together as precious.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a blessing! Too many last times fall short.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, sad. We often don't get to see our loved ones in death so our memory is highlighted at our last visit.
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Wow, how bittersweet. Luv the romantic mood
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much❤love
This is lovely. If there must be a parting, let it be sweet.
ReplyDeleteA sweet memory to remember and cherish.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful Rosemary to have had an unforgettable last encounter
ReplyDeleteHank
How haunting and sad ❤️
ReplyDeleteVery sad and moving.
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