For the last time, let me sit here for a while and kick my soles against the wall.
Let me hum a tune softly along with birds singing in the sky.
For the last time, I allow you to braid flowers in my hair.
Let me smile at the way my hair are caressed by your hand.
For the last time, let us lurk around libraries and balance books on our head.
Let us put our arms behind our back and walk through the meadows.
For the last time, allow me to play crosses & naughts and tousle your unkempt hair.
Let me lean against the wall and laugh at you while you are busy complaining about your life.
For the last time, let me steal your last brick of candy and make you run for it all through the alley.
For the last time, let us not hear the distant rustling of trains and have an urge to run away.
For the days are short and dreary. So, let me go on a little longer with you before I change places again.