One Last Time

18/09/24

Once, she danced in the arms of time,
Now every step feels like a climb.
The pearls come out for one last time,
Dressed in black, red shoes divine.

In that moment, you wore your crown,
A queen in silence, though few words were found.
So much to say, yet words slipped away,
I simply stood by, helping you find your way.

You smiled, so soft, so slow,
Your hands, so fragile, like whispers low.
Like you knew something I’d never know,
Holding the weight of years that time could only show.

I wonder now, was it your last walk outside?
Did you feel the world slipping by?
To the streets, the sun, the open sky?
With every step, did you whisper goodbye?

I reached out to hold your hand,
Called you a taxi, and watched you go,
Felt the weight of years I couldn’t understand.
A story now lost, like whispers in the breeze,
Slipping through time, a gentle tease.

After you left, I stood alone,
Thinking of how quickly moments go.
You dreamed of New York, for one last time,
But life had stolen your chance to climb.
Did you walk out that day knowing the world stood still?

Did you feel the world slipping by?
With every step, did you say goodbye?
To the streets, the sun, the open sky?

In those red shoes, you danced through time.
Did those pearls get to be worn again?
I never asked your name; I am trying to understand.
I don’t know when, but I’m sure we will meet again.

Did you get to dress up again?
Did you get to see the city lights one last time?
I just know that something good is going to happen—
Saying so could even make it happen.

Though we were strangers, I won’t forget,
Every time I go there, you are in my mind.
Like the sun coming out, will I see you again?
I’m grateful you stepped out, even if it was your last stroll.
Your journey in this world was shared with a friend’s soul.