Last Look

She looks at the world through weathered eyes 

That don’t know they’ve aged

It looks gray 

As it tiptoes passed the cracks that show her age 

There is no promise 

Just what has been

Less than expected

But still just enough

She remembers different shapes and sizes of arms 

That held her through the night

She remembers voices that yelled at her out of spite 

She sees love in moments that weren’t supposed to happen 

Then she shakes her head at her desperate search to find it

Life has come full circle 

And she’s ready for it to close

It doesn’t matter what others will suppose.


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