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Last Stop
A Poem
here we are,
the train’s ready to leave,
and you’ll depart with it for good.
i don’t even try to fight it
because i know you’re going back
to the beginning, when things were better.
my one last kiss goodbye
is something you’ll soon forget
as you go off on living in a world without me.
this is the last stop for us,
the final revolution of the sun,
the moment when we cross back to strangers.
but i linger — of course i do —
and play with the ends of your hair
as if i’ll remember the sensory details for later.
and there’s a hint of pain
in the depths of your dark eyes
that i try to ignore the best i can.
there’s no going back from a moment like this
when the past becomes set in stone
and the present flashes by.
these seconds flee like rabbits in a forest,
and i can’t hope to catch any of them —
just like i can no longer hope to keep you.
