near Vancouver, BC, Canada
The last thought to form before goodbye
will not recall the lover's kiss
nor mark the dappled shadowfall of bright September days
nor recognise the metal taste of blood
beneath your tongue
Neither newsreels nor slideshows
nor anything you've had.
The last thought will be the "didn't do" -
not the failure.
The unacknowledged plan.
The arms outstretched
and the empty palm.
The goal left unattended
for a better day
that never came
or came and went.
The last thought will be
while the lump that beats in your throat
sinks to your heart
and death dilutes you.
"Poetry is, at once, what you get... and how you got there."
[This message has been edited by kevintaylor (edited 01-22-2000).]