The Final Call
The call came upon a midnight clear.
News that you were gone, left me to bemoan.
Someone that i had so often held dearm
From that day on, I would be alone.
You were the only love that I had known.
The call it came and tore my heart apart,
Death was what the words that came did impart,
I would that I had seen you one more time,
Before you went away and did depart.
Taken up so early in your prime.
Copyright © Eugenia Fain | Year Posted 2020
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