Last Thought

May this be the last I think of you
When I walk down the streets
And a cat leaps onto my path
Crying for a little attention

May this be the last I think of you
When I turn on the television
And the drama tells of a love story
That started great, yet gone all awry

May this be the last I think of you
When I find myself in a bookshop
And the books all scream for my touch
To find hidden gems between them

May this be the last I think of you
When I hear songs sung in French
And the singer reaches a high note
Holding it beyond all belief

May this be the last I think of you
When I write down this poem
And your words still linger like a breeze
Memories are but a cursed blessing

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