lasts

what skin last felt your hand

grazing tanned fingers

tiny hairs and smooth palm

touched in tenderness

maybe a millisecond of meeting?

 

who last breathed air

in your imaginary box

we don as personal space

entered by only a few

accepted to even less?

 

what words were the last

final phonic sound grabbed

by open ears

with what sentiment did the syllables

sing to your soul?

 

and may I remember

with each exhale and

every utterance or exchange

it could be their last.

I could be their final goodbye

 

to this world.

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