The last day of third grade
Is so clear.
There are cupcakes and gold stars.
You can give the lastness of it
Your full attention.
Not so the last time I saw my friend
(alive)
The last time I roller skated to work,
The last time I drew you,
Or the last time we made love,
And slept together,
Held and holding.
2 June, 2010
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