Last Call

At my dying end

 My last minute

 My breath exhaling one last time

At this moment

  Before earth takes me whole

  Before sunlight cast’s my lonely shadow

  Before my whispers are memories

It is you I wish to have hovering above me

  To shed your tears onto mine

It is your voice I wish to hear

  Sing our celebrated song

It is your touch I wish to feel

  Hold my hand until I go

At this moment of last departure

Remember my love for you

For nothing else is left

 No gigantic hug, no lover’s embrace

 No poetic verse, no picture plane

This is my call

My very last one

Hear it now, and hear it loud

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.05.14.13:32:00@130BklynNYC