His lips last touched this glass
The last thing that they touched
Before kissing my lips
One last time
Why did he choose this glass
Among the twenty in my cabinet
This glass, etched with stars and a single rose
And a little blonde boy gazing up at those stars
Pondering the universe, and this rose
This glass, that I purchased with him
On our last snowy excursion in the mountains
Romancing ourselves, delighting in frosty strolls
Holding hands
Pondering our universe, our future, our rose
His lips last touched this glass
This glass, I will forever cherish
Our memories etched in this glass
The last thing that touched his lips
Before kissing my lips
One last time
Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
January 2013
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
His lips last touched this glass
The last thing that they touched
Before kissing my lips
One last time
Why did he choose this glass
Among the twenty in my cabinet
This glass, etched with stars and a single rose
And a little blonde boy gazing up at those stars
Pondering the universe, and this rose
This glass, that I purchased with him
On our last snowy excursion in the mountains
Romancing ourselves, delighting in frosty strolls
Holding hands
Pondering our universe, our future, our rose
His lips last touched this glass
This glass, I will forever cherish
Our memories etched in this glass
The last thing that touched his lips
Before kissing my lips
One last time
Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
January 2013
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