The Last Time (poem)

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

 

The Last Time

The last time I saw a purple moon, we were laughing on the grass.

The last time you touched me, we had to wait hours to move in the world again.

The last time I cry, I want you to hold me, and absolve my tears

so we can be free.

 

 

 

 

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