The Last, poetry by Mel Andela at
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The Last

The Last

written by: Mel Andela


A quiet
That fills your ears,
Pads them with silence
And makes the world fade into

The goodbye
Is across the room,
The only thing between is
A pause we wish would stretch on

A few short steps
Hurts more than a mile.
Almost familiar;

But you are not there.

A hand
That has held ours,
A face
That has held a lifetime
Of tears
Of frowns
Of smiles
Of hurt
Of love.

But you are not there.

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