Jo Bien Poet Verse

Last Call

here where your west was all but won
you didn't ask anything, nothing at all
on a mountain top where you could see for miles
down to my valley where it was last call

I played it all out, a map marked for you 
from the middle of the beginning with all new false starts
the trail had some bends that didn't get plotted
it rends just like fabric and it all falls apart

I got lost for awhile in the chambers of my heart
couldn't find my way back into your open arms
secure in my mind with an ego that bends
and snaps like a twig under footsteps that tread

words never whispered from love songs not heard
each line that was written lays North undisturbed
blindly, the smooth trail with roses is strewn
where insight doesn't enter and skies remain blue

here where your west was all but won
you didn't ask anything, nothing at all
on a mountain top where you could see for miles
last rites are said as I bury the dead

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