The Last Time
Posted on: 5 September 2009
- In: israel | memories | poetry
- 6 Comments
Same aromatic smells, bustling sounds
Foreign taste, our special place
Nothing much changed
Since the last time
We shared a war zone then
Now we meet, the uneasy peace
An awkward kiss
Not like the last time
Blackout curtains, darkness, silence
Save the sirens wail, bombs overhead
Your gun and bullets under the bed
Afraid it was the last time
Precious moments seeking comfort
Not straying from the other’s arms
As one, afraid to sleep alone
Maybe for the last time
Then it happened, your call to serve
And mine, get out, go home
On my own two thousand miles
That was the last time
I wait for news, no email then
Not knowing if you survived
Years pass, by chance I find you
Here, like the last time
But, I’m not that same young girl
And you, my soldier of principle
Our lives and ideals now worlds apart
Far from the last time
We’ve changed, no going back
We’re not the same
We reminisce, a final kiss
For the last time
© 2006 ann raven
6 Responses to "The Last Time"
4 | ann
6 September 2009 at 12:05
Val – not sad memories though, but memories I’m glad and lucky to have experienced
Brian – I know you do, thank you
Akelamalu – thank you too
at home with ann 
5 September 2009 at 19:56
It’s a sad week for looking back.