You were a baby.
There was a last time that it wasn’t strange when I kissed your toes.
You were a child.
There was a last time that I held on tight as I walked alongside your bike.
You were a high school student.
There was a last time that I helped you with your homework.
You graduated from college.
There was a last time that I expected you to return to this place.
You made a home with the love of your life.
There was a last time that I would ever be first in your thoughts.
You and I have both grown older.
There will come a last time that I will ever look upon your face.
I will always love you.
There will never be a last time.
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