The Last Time

The last time we met, there was a small ray of hope that we would see each other again. But the end was abrupt like an accident. I had places to go, things which were planned but... The thought of not seeing you again ever when hit me, it is hard to comprehend to that reality and for compromising, the very same thing which I dreaded the most was standing right in front of me. The door is open and I can hear my name being called But something is restraining me like am tied to a rope with anchor at the back. And I stay a-put. All I want is a last goodbye A last handshake A last hug A last kiss And a last meet to capture you in my thoughts, in my head Cause it’s hard to let go And harder to let go without saying goodbye. A meet where we know this is the last time we would ever see US again. Last time I could hold the magic in my hand Last time I could touch the sky Last time I could look into those eyes Last time I could run my hands through your hair Last time I could hug you without worrying about time The very last time, I would smile I wish to live the lie for a day where I could call you mine Where I could be yours Where there would be US and none of the world Where I could just be at peace by your side And maybe make you smile one last time. We met many times where we looked forward for the next time Could we do it again only to meet the last time where there’s never the next time? 

- AlaN