[The Last Day]

by Lucy Earl

I don’t get to savor this

It’s too late.

No more arriving early

Or waiting for other people to get here

No more sunsets or snowy afternoons.

No more knots or rants about the weather.

I don’t get to savor this

No loud monologues or magic school buses

No more juice boxes or trying to figure out

How to hide the body.

I don’t get to savor this.

We will be back

But people leave

It will be wonderful

But a different wonderful.

No more seconds to tick away

No more…  this (I)

Our time here forever frozen in a collection

Of words.  

I no longer get to savor this.

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