On last times
the lasts are coming in quick succession these days.
The lasts press down heavily on my heart,
But the weight is not only sadness.
These moments are heavy with significance,
filled with long embraces,
when words too awkward to say during the flow of normal days
fall from our lips,
and we share gratitude,
and the flood of memories,
and our powerlessness
over the passing of time
and the love that has always been there comes bubbling to the surface and pours out our eyes
and we cling tight to one another,
and to our God
in with and under us
and we give thanks to Him
for friendships that will hold together
long after our embraces end.