We must remember as we bravely parachute
to our final landing place to make the most
of all the lasts – a last meal to energize
a breaking body, last words to inspire
those not jumping though clouds, last visits
with passing specters sharing last goodbyes.
A death bed is just one last stage, one final
curtain call before an audience left wanting
more, grasping at minutes as they dissolve
between clapping fingers. Where does
the time go? Where does anything?
Winds blow in without warning
and dissipate just as quickly. Change
can revitalize whatever breezes
haven’t swept farther down the road.
Our end is an end, one of millions every
day that taste salty on pursed lips
aching under the weight of uncertainty.
I will not waste mine. With my last
dying kiss, I’ll noiselessly thank you
for a life well played.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Cafe – “last dying kiss”