Wind in my hair
and sand at my feet
there was never a better time
to think my life through and through.
The Beach was always the place
that would let me think about my past
so judgmentally
so provocatively.
I see it all clearly now,
the years I wasted
and the love I swindled.
The times I stood still when I should
have ploughed head on, strong.
The water has reached my bare feet
and I stand tall for once
refusing to move an inch
and ignoring the cramps in my muscles.
It took too long for me to stop and do this
and it may be too late to turn back
and save my life
for the very last time.
The water is so cold now
with summer’s heat long gone.
I spent too many Christmases alone
and forgot how to smile.
So now I m writing to you
one last time
as I save this life
one last time
so I can see you again
Just One Last Time
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Submission Name: One Last Time
