The last name
On the last list
Remains a stupid, hideous toad
The last resort
Of the last year
Confirms a car park cul-de-sac road
The last talk
With the last chance
Was inconsequentially inept
The last gasp
In the last line
Was attempting to pay off the debt

You always asked what he thought he could see
In you. It seemed to be desire to see more.
So you weren't terribly surprised when he
Decided to not love you any more.

The first day
In the last house
Is everything old in everywhere new.
The first blush
Of first love
Is etched on the floor of the downstairs loo.
But first thoughts
Are the last chance
For instinct to drive the getaway car.
The last time
The first step
Was needily short. It didn't get far.

They always knew what the outcome would be
In the end. Exactly the same as before.
So no-one was terribly surprised when he
Decided to not love you any more.

The first one
Was the last time
The curious glances were taken on board.
The last time
That the first sign
Was spotted was worth a teasing award.
The last feel
Of the last meal
Was cheesecake after a lettuce leaf.
With the last glance
The last chance
Vanished, intercourse online and brief.

No-one expected him to flee
From life. Not even as far as the door.
Still no-one was particularly surprised
When he decided to not love it any more.