Last Date

we make a date in old classroom
memorize the day we met
we walk in lover's lane
tracing all forgotten feeling
then we touch our hands to confession tree and look each other
calling those memories
when we see a young couple shyly sit in our favorite restaurant
we smile remembering the days we passing together
when we get to the lake where people sail around
the air is quiet and tears begin fall from my eyes
when the time we must separate
just say, ' Will you want to go for a boat ride? '

note: there's belief that a couple who go for a boat ride will separate

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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