apropos of nothing
December 19, 2005
Last things Last
Everything I do, feels like I am doing it for the last time.
(This isn't true, and I know it. But I feel it anyway.)
The last time I will eat in this restaurant. The last time I will sit at this beach and listen to these waves.
The last time I'll shop in this store. Chat with this clerk. Drink at this bar. Dance at this club.
Walk these streets, under this moon, with your arm around my shoulders.
Posted by sasha
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