Albany Poets · Books · Inspiration · On Writing · Poems · Poetry · R.M. Engelhardt · THE LAST CIGARETTE BY R.M. ENGELHARDT · The New Verse Movement

THE  LAST  CALL

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When stars fall out of the sky and
all lights fade into silence.
When you grow cold
Eyes grow old
Touch grows cold
Stars fall out of the sky

And lights still fade.

After years
After hours
After moments
That never mattered

You grow cold
Love grows cold
Eyes grow old

And love fails..falls,
Fucked up and silent
Foolish and waiting

In the corner.

When the universe no longer
Yields to your commands

When the mirror finally breaks
And all you are left with is glass

You grow old
touch grows cold
eyes grow old

And all of the stars still
Fall out of the sky

It’s time for the last call.

 

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~ R.M. ENGELHARDT

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