<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528018" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That Last Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was the last time <br>you saw her alive </div><div style="margin:10px 0">going into a store <br>with some guy </div><div style="margin:10px 0">you assumed <br>was her husband </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she looked over at you <br>as you sat opposite the store </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and smiled her smile <br>like she used to </div><div style="margin:10px 0">way back in 62 <br>when it was just </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she and you <br>sitting by the pond </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or walking through <br>the small wood </div><div style="margin:10px 0">talking as you used to <br>with youth on your side </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and love hanging on <br>a chain about your neck </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and that was back then <br>that day you were just </div><div style="margin:10px 0">an observer outside <br>a store watching her </div><div style="margin:10px 0">walk by with some other <br>not knowing Mr Death </div><div style="margin:10px 0">was trailing her <br>even then </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that cancer <br>maybe even as she walked </div><div style="margin:10px 0">touching her <br>with its oily finger </div><div style="margin:10px 0">oh how men love and lose <br>but the great memory </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of her will hold <br>and ever linger.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528018" data-title="That Last Time de Terry Collett" data-description="That was the last time you saw her alive going into a store with some guy you assumed was her husband and she looked over at you as you sat opposite the store and smiled her smile like she used to way back in 62 when it was just ..."></div> </div> </div>

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