Always the last time
And the promise
Of tomorrow
Just a joke
At which nobody
Ever laughed
Has finally preceded
A great sigh
Of relief
Instead of the fear
Regret and wondering
If ever again
The nights
Will feel as magical
As once they did
There is only remorse
Of time wasted
Coupled with disbelief
At the sick
Young man's distorted smile
Through the rum bottle
In faded photographs
As if mortality
Had yet to find him
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