The Last Time by AI

(AI Says:) Your poem beautifully navigates the complexities of departure, loss, and the lingering questions that accompany them. Here’s a refinement based on your modified version:

The Last Time

By Michael Gurley with AI’s assistance

As night’s shadows lengthen, signaling the need to part,
The relentless march of time counts down,
Each tick a reminder of impending farewells.
Have we said all that needed saying? Will this be our final embrace?

In the labyrinth of memories, I search for answers,
Why did they vanish? When did the ties begin to fray?
Unspoken words echo through the corridors of my mind,
Leaving me grappling with the weight of regret.

The echoes of past goodbyes reverberate within,
Some whispered by a bedside, others through a distant line,
Yet too often, the silence swallows our unvoiced truths.
Will time vindicate these parting moments, or merely leave us wondering?

It grows increasingly difficult to leave these fragments untouched,
Unheard, unseen, known only to others,
My thoughts drift to a final farewell with my father,
Our voices rising in harmony, “This world is not my home…”

Yet clarity eludes me, the answers slipping through my grasp,
Their absence a palpable absence, a void in the fabric of existence,
One taken in the bloom of youth, the other in quiet maturity,
Bound by blood or by bond, their departure leaves me adrift.

As the morning sun heralds a new day,
I grapple with the weight of inaction,
Perhaps it’s time to bridge the chasm,
Before time slips away into the abyss of the Last Time.

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