The Last Time I Saw You
By Valerie Muriel Mckinley
Published: September 1, 2008
Updated: September 4, 2008

Gaunt, was always
The word that fitted you best,
Even the first time I saw you.

It suited you,
Added a mysterious air
To your devil may care

Tall and slim
To the point of scrag end, I used to joke,

That was when
We were still in love,
Could still laugh at each other’s silliness.

Gaunt, was still
How I saw you that last time.

By then, you were
Staring from liver diseased eyes,
Grinning with cigarette stained teeth,
Smelling of decay and cheap whiskey.

There was no longer any mystery ,
Yet, the devil remained…