The Last Song

Words spoken we feared would come
to spill out from old rusty speakers.

We never thought this day would come,
we always knew this day would come;
we did it to ourselves, and we knew it.

Words spoken, hurried tones to loved ones
for they will be the last words from our lips.

We stood and sat as the day moved along;
a last dose of intimacy between the two of us.

The record player sits still waiting for the album,
yet we cannot decide what will be the last song.

We play them all for the rest of the day waiting;
then a song starts to play we both love and

..

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