Waves in Her

It just hurts a little more when you experience the last of things.

The last days of a trip, the last morsel of your grandma’s special meal, the last bite off an ice cream sandwich, the last page of a novel, the last episode of your favourite series, the last words of your hardest goodbye, the last of everything that meant the world to you.

Because you know that even if you eat that meal again, flip through the pages of that novel, watch that series once more, visit that same place, it’s not going to feel the same…

The fleeting ache of the last of things.