The Last Time. Poetry from Fin Brennan

I wonder who the last person I hugged was?
I remember the last person I kissed
Isn’t that interesting?

Those who love for a living must feel horrible
I’m okay with it
Isn’t that interesting?

When hell has frozen over
The temperatures will drop
All the professional people will start their engines again

The last time wasn’t the last time forever
We’re at arm’s length and hating it
This town is a ghost town

Back to square one
For now, at least




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