Last Chance Saloon

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
How the end of a relationship feels. You cringe at the worst parts and mourn the loss of the better ones. Should the embers rekindle, or be blown to ashes?

Submitted: February 27, 2010

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Submitted: February 27, 2010



To her, she was nothing,

But to him, she was all.

Her warm tears fall to his chest

Like crushed crystals

As they realise this was their last embrace.

So bitter-sweet, like falling leaves at autumn

Floating to the lonely, hostile ground.

Can you feel the warmth between us cooling off?

The sparks fizzle out, the fires extinguished 

The lights dimmed, and it's just us.

Two people. Two hearts. Two lives.

My heart's heavy and my mind's a mess

Let me run my fingers through your hair

And stroke your unshaven face

Close your eyes and dream away our past

Let it skip by like projector slides

Weathered and faded smiles

That were once crisp, glossy Polaroids.

Kiss me as you leave, this last time

But don't meet my tearful gaze

Stop my palm grasping for yours.

And I'll cease reaching for you at night

To place your arm 'round my shoulder

Because this is last chance saloon

Last chance us.

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