poems

The last peice of paper

The last piece of paper

21/9/13

The last gate.
The last goodbye.
The Christmas cigar we have to try.
The last kiss.
The last drop of liqueur.
The stale piece of pizza.
How bad you miss her.
The last stain.
The last lipstick mark.
That item she left.
You’re alone in the dark.
The last empty space.
The last memory.
The last piece of paper,
When your pens gone astray.

Copyright G.P.Williamson 2013

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