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.