Last nights never end...or so the seem, or so they should.  Our smiles still shine dimly in our hearts.  Our laughter echoes still.  The sparkle in our eyes still burns as embers in our minds.  Those nights will never end.
Our words spin round and round again and still resound in our ears.  Our actions replay over and over again.  Our joy still bubbles over from within.  Those nights must never end.
The spontaneity will never be forgotten; the proximity never ignored: us seven so near and close, breath so soft, yet so very loud...skin of all on skin of all.  So odd, yet innocent, last nights never end.
All night long and morning after then, sleep or none so we had.  All smiles and tears and all our power couldn't stop the end to come.  All memories ever still persist.  'Tween you and me and all of them, last nights never end.
Plans are made and come and go, like waves upon a northern shore, yet we will plan and plan again until are together once more, until such nights relive themselves and memories still thrive.  There'll be no end of anything when last nights never end.