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The Last Day
There was the day I realized
that I would end wanting more.
That I wouldn’t lie in a hospital bed
or some other deathbed
saying: I completed it.
I would lie panting for more,
reaching, still hungry.
Not because I had left things incomplete,
or made some mistake, but because
this is the way of the living.
I knew I was not here to finish it,
to consume it, to become satisfied.
It would be more like the carousel,
when my son goes on and I stand
at the rim, and it passes
in a whirl, in a blur.
And I catch whatever colors I can,
and his smile always always
pulls out of view too fast.
It will be like that.
It will end like that.
So there is no need to try to hold it.
There is no need even
to cup my hands.
– Tara Mohr
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