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Home arrow Poetry + Prose arrow Our Last Fight
Our Last Fight PDF Print E-mail
Written by Pearl Dusenbery   
Why did you leave

When I was just starting to believe

In a thing called best friends

Just as we get started it all ends


We were starting to be like sisters

We had seen many twisters

We made it through every last one

We did not run

After our last fight

I thought it would be all right

I thought we would make up

I never imagined our time was used up

I wish I could take it back

That awful attack

The first time I ever yelled at you

I didn’t have a clue

It would be the last time to

Make things anew

Now you’ve gone to fly free

No longer a detainee

This cruel earth you have bereft

Your absence will be felt

I will carry your memory in my heart

Never again will we be apart.
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