A little poem about endings |

That last drag of a cigarette,
or last drink in a bar,
or last shot at a party,
That last song at a concert,
or last shot in a movie,
or last line of a novel,
That last day of a trip,
or last hour before a flight,
or last night in a country,
That last hug in a relationship,
or last email for a job,
or last kiss of a couple,
That last hour of a night,
or last image of a dream,
or last breath of a life,
Those last moments,
Followed by,
or grief,
or boredom,
So profound,
And yet,
Life goes on,
And beginnings follow