If This Was My Last Poem

April 12, 2015  By: John Toothaker 

If this was my last poem, I would run through Fields of thought, Pacing desperately To compose A symphony of words.

If this was my last poem, I would say au revoir To my leather and comic books, Say adios to my guitar, My notebook And my sanity For an hour To stare At the freckles And the crevices Of your face.

If this was my last poem, I would snort my last white line, Thinking it was nothing less Than divine.

If this was my last poem, I'd write my last words, The ink dribbling And wet From constant revisions And various edits.

If this was my last poem, I would declare Each and every word Yours until our bodies Disintegrate into soil, Six feet under.

I would dedicate It all to you, My one true love.

Contributor's Note: John Toothaker is a volunteer this year for the Massachusetts Poetry Festival.