
I WAS THE LAST WORD ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
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I have touched the farthest ends of oceans
Thrust my head into the mouths of sharks
Who would have thought, he would be a fallen knight,
What happened to you?
Are you lost in the shadows of your past?
Afraid to stand in the light of your present?
I’m not a distant lover
Maybe just a dormant one
Not your ideal expectation of love
Two straws and a Long Island
Our eyes met like a breeze of stolen glances