Oh, how we never know.
We drift through so many lasts
without a whisper of warning
no sign, no pause,
not even a fleeting thought
that something familiar
is ending for good.
The games,
the people,
the moments we swore were ordinary
quietly becoming memories,
softly slipping out of our hands.
Countless lasts
we never recognised
as the final time
we would stand here,
in this exact light,
in this exact version of ourselves.........