Savor
Savor the things you love
because you never know
that the last time
is the last time.
When we said goodbye to Kelly,
I looked forward to more
long-distance trips
and long conversations
with my new friend.
I thought she would beat that damn cancer
like she promised.
I do not remember the last time
I petted my dog
and kissed her
and told her goodbye.
Because I was packing for a trip
and I thought
I would see her
in a few days.
I wish I could have that memory back.
The comedy theater I used to visit
every year on my birthday
as a child
is finally closing.
I will probably not get there
before the final curtain,
not get to laugh
with old friends
over popcorn.
My last visit
was my last visit.
Savor what you love.
Everything changes,
everything ends
without warning.
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So true.
Good advice!
I cannot mark the last time I picked up my youngest child and set her down again–never to repeat that motion because her legs were longer and my back weaker. Your poem reminded me to watch other things that might be last and I am not even aware.
That last verse, bam. Truth. Thanks for sharing.
A beautiful/ugly truth it is. Thank you for this one.