the last time. #poetry


when I close my eyes
I can see yours
and they remind me
of every moment
we spent together
and I wonder
if you know
how many hours
I have spent
the last night
I slept in your arms
the last time
your fingers
touched my cheek
the last time
your lips kissed mine
and the last time
we said goodbye


©2018 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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21 Responses to the last time. #poetry

  1. Very beautiful Sandra, and I think very real 😀

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  2. Miriam says:

    Very romantic ❤️

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  3. Perhaps yesterday’s ad will bring him back!

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  4. StoryGirl says:

    So beautiful! Really emotive x

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Simon says:

    Your words have such feeling Sandra, how’s things?


  6. Lennon Carlyle says:

    So beautiful……

    Liked by 1 person

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