the final kiss

a young girl beckoned
'you are being called'
with leaden feet
descended the stairs
somber faces, bleary eyes
parted to let me through
freshly scrubbed face
wrapped in crinkled white
through misty eyes
i struggled to focus
on her serene face

it is true in times like that
a million memories
flash by
in chronological order

a downpour drenched
and flowed unabashed
as i kissed her
one last time