The Last Story (with footnotes)

You stood outside the 7-Eleven, back when we were ten.
My skin felt dry and tight, I itched my palms,

you wiped the dirt from your knees. 1
We managed to finish high school
never questioning too much,
the good kids rarely did.

I am now a good man,
made of carbon, dust and hanging chads.2
Because I exist in physical form,
I frown at you now, full of mysticism,  static air.

You’re no longer here.
But maybe you were always a dream
I couldn’t quite catch.
We both loved Art.
Yet, it was Math that drew me to you.3

I stand here now, by the water,
by your grave,
admiring the flowers
we planted.

I need the answers!4  
Give me a sign. I pray
with palms that tingle,
with fingers clasped tight,
as if I could hold onto
some ancient, undiscovered,
enchanted, lost art.

Whisper to me now,
I’ll cocoon each syllable
with silk threads that won’t break.

Let enough magic rise
for one last story.


1 The Georgia sun kept us a hot mess.
2 It was either this or dangling participles.
3 I copied your answers. I bet you didn’t know.
4 If you don’t have them, we’ll both fail together.

This is an older poem of mine I revised. Today is Open Link Night at dVerse and Linda is hosting. Stop by and read some more poems!

Published by Tricia Sankey

Plays with words in her free time.

43 thoughts on “The Last Story (with footnotes)

  1. Nice work indeed, TS. I was worried, at first, about footnotes, butt…

    And yes; that plaintive closing couplet is perfection for this piece.

    1. Thanks, Ron! I appreciate the comment about the ending. This was a little different write for me! I had fun with the challenge of footnotes and think more poems should use them!

  2. I love the format of this poem, Tricia, and the use of quirky footnotes is genius. I love the details of the dry, tight skin and itchy palms, and the shared interests, that say so much about the relationship without any further explanation. When the poem changed focus to the grave, I got tearful, especially when the itchy palms tingled. The final lines are heart-breaking.

  3. Oh my heart this is absolutely stunning! 💝 I especially love; “Whisper to me now, I’ll cocoon each syllable with silk threads that won’t break.” 😀

  4. Love the imaginative design of this poem, Tricia, almost like notes passed between desks at school. Oh, and I know about that Georgia sun!! 🌞

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