The Last

He perches in the shade of an oak tree,
while the sun patiently waits to climb over the tree
to capture the lines on his face.

He loved everything about the woods.
The smell of the bark.
The whistle of the leaves.
The freedom and escape it offers.

She brushes away the searing tears on her icy cheeks,before he can see.
As he turns she takes a deep breath,
opens her eyes wide and clear,
stands up straight controls her voice and says,
"I agree, we should be friends."

Her thoughts race,
I'm terrified I'll be alone forever
That last night was the last.
The last kiss,
The last touch,
The last man that will ever notice I exist.
I'm terrified I don't deserve better.
I'm terrified I can't do better.
I'm terrified…

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