Last

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Those hugs.

Those last hugs.

And that last glance.

You looked over your shoulder

One final time

As you stepped inside.

As you waved goodbye.

The last time I saw you,

You did not stand on the sidewalk as

Usual

And wave.

You did not stay and watch me drive

Away

Around the corner

Until I was completely out of sight.

No.

Those last hugs.

That last glance.

Little did we know

Those would be the

Last

Ones given.

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