And what was the last day like?
There've been a few;
first and last days at several schools,
(I kissed Annabel on a "last day" when I was eight),
and then the jobs, begun and ended,
saying goodbyes and settling in,
each departure, each arrival
a bit of life left behind,
another bit beginning.
How well do I remember them?
They've vanished, twigs on a stream
gone under the bridge;
I dropped them in, saw them fall
and then forgot about them -
except, that is, for one;
the one when I was eight.
and I kissed
my Annabel.
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