The Last Time
Funny humans
Oblivious to their plight
They seem to find comfort
In denial
So much regret
The rain on the glass blurred my last sighting of you
I drew comfort from the warmth and the smell
Of the taxi that pulled me away
Wiping the back window to see you stood there
Just like when I was a child
Your solid frame seemed smaller
Didn’t seem to fill that space
As I thought I remembered
When I was little
You always seemed so much bigger
To me
I knew it was the last time
You looked sad
When I left
Broken and small
I wondered
Did you regret the times
You had missed
The tilt of your head
Told me you did
Your once proud demeanor
Crumpled and defeated
So little time left
A lifetime bereft
Of meaning
Fell to your feet
I thought it ironic
That for a writer
I placed more value on actions
Than words
In that moment I smiled
And thought it a little
Absurd
But that moment passed
As quick as it came
It occurred to me
How sad this moment was
Bouleverse as a french speaker
Would say
I pondered on the lost time
How your absence had festered
For so long in my mind
My whole life I’d seen you
As a giant
Yet there you were
A small, blurred figure
Stood on the doorstep
Small and sad
I couldn’t be sure
Were those my tears
Or the raindrops
That blinded me?
It all seemed so insignificant
As I strained to see you
For one last time
Willing you to feel
My forgiveness
A desperate attempt
To set us both
Free
I have only one last request
If there is an afterlife
Please be careful
Don’t make the same mistakes
Again
Be careful where you
Plant your seed.
C.K.22
John Botterill
Tue 23rd Aug 2022 06:58
Stunning, Clare. As ever.