the last time i saw you
was years before you died
that big smirk, hazel eyes
wrinkled face, aged and wise
leaving your home, i reverse to see
the door ajar, peeking out at me
the smoking woman seeming carefree
dog in hand, both of you, short and gutsy
i wave goodbye, ‘i love you’ with glee
knowing one day i will miss this reality
the last time i saw her
almost two years has passed
my personal doomsday
an emotional bomb blast
i have no choice, i look at that day
as the other side gently making way
for the gutsy smoking woman
April 23rd, feast day
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