The first and last – for Laura

The first time that we met,
Will be the last thing I remember.
Caught in the rain laughing, and wet,
On a driche and grey September.

The last time that we touched,
Will be the first thing I remember.
When death, with malice, it interrupts,
And our hearts they shift off-centre.

The first time that we kissed,
Will be the last thing I remember.
Our lips quivered, we thought they’d missed,
A touch too light and tender.

First two times you made me cry,
Will be the first thing I remember.
We held our kids, my eyes don’t dry,
I dismantled walls, surrendered.

The first time I breathed your neck,
Will be the last thing i remember.
Sweet skin on skin, my ship a wreck,
Your neck so soft, so slender.

The last words that you spoke,
Will be the first thing I remember.
They’ll caress my soul, and fix what broke,
And keep us safe from danger.

The last thing I’ll see is you,
Will be the first thing I remember.
When my next adventure starts, anew,
Our memories, they live, no lamenting.

Our love was famous, pure and kind,
Simple, non-conflicted.
I just wish we’d had, far more time,
Completely unrestricted.

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