This is the last week <br />I see my reflection on your morning eyes. <br />The last time <br />I draw hope from the vibrations of your voice. <br />The last weekend <br />we breathe each other’s breath <br />or cry for our weaknesses. <br /> <br />This is the last bus-ride we share; <br />the last hour <br />my manners embarrass you <br />or your attitude nettles me. <br />The last time <br />we play or laugh, <br />we are bored, angry, or sad together, <br />we caress. <br /> <br />This is the last Monday <br />I buy you supper <br />or wash your clothes; <br />the last time <br />we drink from the same cup <br />or share a towel <br />or brush our teeth together. <br /> <br />The last morning <br />I wake up next to you, <br />and the last time <br />my alarm disturbs the innocense of your sleep. <br /> <br />The last misunderstanding, <br />the last compliment, <br />the last argument, <br />the last embrace... <br /> <br />This is the last day <br />we call each other baby, <br />we kiss like lovers, <br />we exist as one. <br /> <br />This is Tuesday 25th of October 2005 <br /> <br />The last moment <br />we are... <br />complete.<br /><br />Niko Tiliopoulos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ceci-n-est-pas-une-po-me/
