Last Hope
Our lips part, tender,
You back away and smile ...
An odd, almost painful smile,
Eyes swimming with an emotion ... undefined.
Squeezing my hand once with your knitted glove,
You turn, and walk away into the night's tears -
So much for the sway ...
Of a kiss.
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