You were last lurch to the finish line
when I heard the starting pistol.
You were the last farewell of the contrail
when I arrived at the departure gate.
You were the last turnip in the tureen
when I made it to the table.
You were the last vanishing tremble of the track
when I was looking for your light.
You were the last hot-candy cinder of home sweet home
when I showed up with