That One Last Time*

Oh, lost love, to me come near
and let me feel your presence here;
let me know that you still care;
don’t stand so far away and stare.

I feel your judgment on my life;
it cuts to the quick as with a knife.
Is it you who judges me
or is it from my own I seek to flee?

The door shut for eternity came fast
and all the dreams perished in a flash;
I made apologies time after time,
but I wasn’t granted that one last time.

I regularly said how much I loved you,
but you were gone and my oaths — too few.

*idea from a poem by Christina Rossetti


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