today will be the last time i catch the train out of the city to visit my boyfriend.
the last time i rush to the subway after work, my duffel bag bouncing off my side.
the last time i watch the miles dwindle as i take in the hudson river.
the last time we'll walk to get breakfast at his corner deli.
the last time i'll kick myself for leaving my hairbrush behind. again. (well, maybe the last for this destination).
the last time i'll rush to pack my bag in his bedroom.
the last time we'll say goodbye for the week on a sunday afternoon.
we always seem to get so dreamy about firsts in life. this weekend, i'm celebrating the lasts instead.