Last One Left
(The Hollow City Cycle include:
The Hollow City
I Remember You -- the city speaks
Last One Left)
They never saw me--
not fully.
Even when I begged them with my eyes,
or left poems scratched on alley walls
between peeling posters and prayer graffiti.
When they fled,
I stayed.
Not out of bravery,
but because I had nowhere else to go.
Now the city wears silence like a crown,
and I walk her streets like a loyal dog
chained to a ghost.
I sleep in shattered chapels
and drink rain from rusted fountains.
I whisper names to broken windows
just to hear the glass shiver.
At night,
I dance with shadows
that don’t know they’re gone.
I don’t know what I am anymore.
Not memory,
not mercy--
just the last heartbeat
in a place that has none.
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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