Last Meal

Here in the night, gone in the morning. As the glow of the sun begins to shine upon your face, You disappear without a trace Leaving behind that sweet smell of your shirt You bury me now, beneath your dirt... Coffee rises and stirs me to move That lingering odor of your perfume The perfect morning combination You and I. and our old friend doom Want you to stay? Get out of my rooms.... Like picking a horse, and betting it all They say,”He saw better days”, but his eyes tell more Take that chance, we can lose together As long as we finish None can break that tether... As long as you call, I’ll let you in its like a sweet addiction, Like I have with this pen I’ll scratch and scribble until your real Or I’ll kill you off, having your last meal! andreatravis 10-30-12