Firsts of lasts

Do you remember the last time you picked up your child? The last time the brittle strings of a guitar rested between your fingers? That last cool cigarette drag beneath the frosty eves in winter?

How about the last time you said, "see ya later" to your highschool friends, or the day you placed your baseball bat in its designated spot in the locker room? Your final one night stand, kiss in the moonlight, or slow dance in the gym?

Do these memories become clouded by age, nostalgia, or yearning for what once was?

Or do they become the papery sound of pages flipping upon closing a satisfying novel?

Does a smile accompany them, too?

Do you believe that lasts allow room for more firsts?

Does that inspire adventure?

Will you ever put down your pen?