There’s a moment
When you realise that your last kiss
Was The Last Kiss.
We track firsts:
But when we reach the end
And the silence stings the cuts,
You start counting back to lasts:
The finality of it all is astounding.
If you had known the last . . .
Could you have known the last?
*Previously published in Juliette’s poetry collection Mistakes Were Made on June 4, 2017
Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has work forthcoming in a variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn’t writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz.