Our Last.


We promised,


Shook hands,


"we are done".

But with one more wish:

A last kiss.



In this moment,

the one we both knew was wrong,

something felt right.


Was is the acceptance of the end,
or the awakening of something different,
softer?

In that one moment,

the kiss,

I was swept off my feet,

with some kind of reassurance.


Was it recognizing the end,
or finding the whole reason it started?


We danced,

quietly,

in a way we never had.



There was some sort of control.




I could spend thousands of words,
trying to figure the feeling.
But i know that to you,
The kiss,
was The end.