The Last Glass Poem by Patrick Ladbrooke

The Last Glass

It was agreed;
one last drink at Peggotty's.

There, locked in silence,
she placed the ring upon the table
and with it fell just
three years of forever.
Promise ended.

The final goodbye
tumbled from her lips
and nothing could prepare me,
for her loveless voice,
that last time.

How skilfully she vanished,
leaving small reminders;
her perfume on my jackets,
a hair band in a pocket.

And there, upon the table,
the ring,
the glass,
love's final grasp,

all now standing empty.