Issue 4,  Poetry

The Last Kiss by Juliette Sebock

There’s a moment
When you realise that your last kiss
Was The Last Kiss.

We track firsts: 
First date,
First kiss,
First touch,
First night. 

But when we reach the end
And the silence stings the cuts,
You start counting back to lasts:

Last kiss,
Last date,
Last smile,
Last look.

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.

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