Writer's Cramp 16/7

Writer's Cramp 16/7

I kissed you softly
and stroked your hand,
Remembered the time
the last thing we did,
Why now?
I don't understand.

It was meant to be
forever, but now
The end is in sight
Day's barely over
too soon,
Came the cold, lonely night.

Why now?
I don't understand.
We'd barely started,
were In the middle of the process,
of life,
now aborted, damned.

To be without you
feels like a trap and,
Moments drags on,
memories flicker,
I don't understand,
Why?

The first thing that happened,
was love's gentle spark,
That look in your eye,
Your gentle smile, forever
lost to the dark.


Write a story or poem using the following phrases, bolded and in the order they appear below:

The last thing we did
The end was in sight
In the middle of the process
The first thing that happened

Use Regional as one of your genres.