That day, crystal clear
in my mind’s eye;
I did not know
it would be the last time
I’d see you, standing, smiling.
A moment, precious, now lost
except in my heart; I hold fast
to that memory, that precious memory
when I hugged you, and
told you I loved you,
as I had so many times before.
But this time, it was different
This time, I did not know
it was the last time.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A sad poem of loss that leaves a feeling of melancholy and longing. Well written
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