There will be a last time we kiss
A last time we fuck
A last time I make you squirt so much that the bedsheets stay wet for hours
There will be a last time we hug
A last time I wash your hair in the shower
A last time we cry together in your bed, holding each other so tightly
There will be a last time we join hands
A last time I breathe in your scent
A last time we read post secret together on a Sunday morning in your room
There will be a last time you read to me
A last time we fall asleep with legs intertwined
A last time I cook with you as my sous chef, veggies chopped to perfection
There will be a last time you make me tea
A last time we walk home to your flat
A last time I pick you up at the train station across from your work and wait for you in the rain
There will be a last time we go away together
A last time you drive my car
A last time we wake up next to one another on a sunny spring morning, listening to the birds in the trees outside your window
There will be a last time I see you naked
A last time I undress for you
A last time we watch a movie and miss the storyline because we are so wrapped up in our love
There will be a last time I touch your neck
A last time you take my nipple into your mouth
A last time I plunge my fingers inside you and make you come over and over again until you are spent
There will be a last time you smile at me
A last time we go to dinner with your friends
A last time you let me take a photo of us together, even though you don’t believe in selfies
Eventually…
There will be a last time you think of me
A last time I see your face in my dreams
A last time when you and I are an “us” and your house is no longer my “sometimes home”
Mermaid Poetry 