The last time I ever
The last time I ever…
made a mixtape
burned a CD, stacked an MP3
snapped a Polaroid
watched a DVD.
set fingers poised to press the play and record buttons
listening to the radio waiting for that favourite song
a boombox snap click — striving for perfection timing to avoid
irritating DJ chatter topping and tailing every three minutes.
melted by a mere glance from
that high school crush and
later lost in lust through a spinning carousel
of university encounters experimentation.
bought my first crappy used car
and then trekked with the money saved
a path lesser known across mountains hiking distant
in a land over the seas far from home.
drank every day that
had the letter “D” in it
and bounced around in spilled-beer-sticky mosh pits
with frenzied abandon swooning over the latest indie idols.
started the daily grind
fresh eyed done with extended studies
drained exhausted by a new nine-to-five routine
after years of short school days and long summer holidays.
Possessions, places, people
that came, posed, then slipped away over the years.
Some long gathering dust neglected, forgotten then discarded
and others clutched onto firm, and used to worn out excess.
Never wanting to face that milestone
confront the moment of finality
for each and every one of them.
The last time I ever…
Postscript -
Only one exception,
when the last time was also the first time
and one time too many.
The last time I ever…
settled down in a home with Mr Nice Guy
who turned out to be not so sweet
a betraying cheating bastard who
blew my fragile heart to smithereens.
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