If This Was the Last

i remember all of our first times all of our poems i've always been safer in air yet you kept me afloat in rushing tides but without your beautiful silhouette eyes see sadness in indigo weeping waves the whole ocean seems empty to me unable to stroke like a butterfly i'm drowning in ripples of loneliness wondering if that was the last time I would gaze into your brown eyes i was lost in your arms now i'm annoyed at being found labyrinth of lament is a boat trapped in a glass bottle love is an analogy of two hearts fate a game of chance without luck was it the last time i would roam in your flower garden feel heartbeats from your chest rest upon the softness of your breasts aroma of your sensual skin still caresses my fingertips as your memories comfort like a winter scarf if only it was your lips on my coffee cup your kiss to soothe the bitterness yet i'm lonelier than the summer moon burning away like a fading star ageing in the transgression of time grey strands overcoming my appearance was that the last time i would wipe your tears hold you passionately in my arms you rise with the music of dawn whilst i sink in the smoky silent haze of dusk so i sit upon distant shivery shores whilst moonlight glimmers upon your turquoise sea your memories seem more melancholic in the rain everything seems colder in the confusion of absence wondering if this will be the last time i answer you calling my name hear you tell me you hate me - then remind me you love me then portray it in poetry what if this was the last poem last time we get to say goodbye