Ink Stained Soul…

There is a last time for everything.

The last dinner at the table as a child.
The last game outside with your friends.
The last time you see your grandparents.

The last time you hold your child —
the last time you hear that little voice,
that music.

The last time you danced around freely.
The last snowfall.

The last kiss with the person you love.
The last night wrapped in passion.

The last night you cried over someone.
The last time you let someone put value on you.
The last time you believed in them.
The last time you sacrificed yourself.

The last time you see them through rose-colored glasses.
The last time they break you.

Last chance.
Last hope.
Last call.

And at the end —
with your last breath —
the last memory of the life you actually led.