The moment is so vivid, so real, even today.
I was getting ready to head back home, and we were outside, having a very hard time saying goodbye to each other. The cool autumn winds blew around us as we whispered our final words.
We embraced, and when we tried to let go, neither could find the desire to push away.
Love’s Last Embrace
In our last embrace, when the sun fell too fast
And we tugged at time’s tick-tock to stop and rest,
We let the warmth between make that moment last–
In ways where no words of poets have ever professed.
On my chest you placed your gentle hand,
And we blushed as we stared, eyes hazel on blue;
Lock’d in love, in light and in sight in our stand
That love triumphs over all things, old and new.
That would be our last embrace, the final touch of love
That I would ever again feel so strong, so right
For in my foolish ways I acquiesced to others above
And set aside conviction, strength, in light of fright.
This memory, double-edged in gratitude and sorrow
Bleeds my heart daily in the throes of living alone;
“To have loved at all” means nothing in these tomorrows
Spent in regret of decisions chiseled in Sisyphus’ stone.
Yet, to life’s last day, I will carry with me your touch
Of Love’s Last Embrace, a soft hand upon my heart
Slowing time to the pulse of our passion, ne’er too much–
For you, or I, a transcending love, together or apart.
This is the moment I understood the timeless song and poetry of love, shared by centuries of bards who have battled with words to capture the essence of this ineffable experience. I am forever grateful to know it; I am forever regretful to lose it.