March 6th, 2008

poetry, exceptindreams

153: The Last Time

“The Last Time”
W. D. Snodgrass

Three years ago, one last time, you forgot
Yourself and let your hand, all gentleness,
Reach to my hair, slipping down to caress
My cheek, my neck. My breath failed me; I thought

It might all come back yet, believed you might
Turn back. You turned, then, once more to your own
Talk with that young man for whom you'd shown,
In front of all our friends, such clear delight

All afternoon. And you recalled the long
Love you had held for me was changed. You threw
Both arms around him, kissed him, and then you
Said you were ready and we went along.