Going Last
Nobody likes going first. But
it’s less bad than going last.
Whoever goes last
will find in the wilderness of every room
a thousand tracks.
A book left open, a pen
put down. Change on the table
and shoes at the end of their walk.
Whoever goes last must recover
in the footprints of grief
the love that made them.
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