Each time is the last time.

Each time is the last time.
It's the last word, the last meaning
The last candle
Has burnt to the wick.
So this time
Was the next last time
And the city lights
We watch from the hills
You find me here
I am waiting there
For this one more last time
Sweeter than the last
Bitter and sweet
And the blood in between
Caring more.
Than one ought to
Than one should.
Than I have to assume
It's the last time
Each time.
To keep it sweet.
So I drag my toes
Along the bottom of the bed.
Painted red.
For the last time.