We don't know when the first of the lasts began
all we know is when they began to feel acute
like an ice cube down your back.

Approaching the finish line, thoughts pulsed through my head
the ones the icebox told us to avoid
you must do this, one last time

They said, all day, they couldn't wait
for what? to avoid those icy days?
and the yellow leaves, and me?

Now I look ahead at empty hours
like empty pages to be filled
a daunting task

1 Comment

1. Elle on October 23, 2009 at 6:59 PM

   you capture the feeling well. the end felt harder at the beginning.