Last Call

A cracked old breath,
A gentle phlegmy crackle,
Before the soft, warm words
Uttered like full stops,
Pop and then float away.

Handfuls of faces remembered,
Wet eyes through tissues,
Circling and drifting,
The last beautiful slideshow
Flickering like
A hundred lonely hands
Passing through light

Before they
Tickle the shadows
And fade out.

2 Responses to “Last Call”

  1. Another awesome write, Dunstan. You’re on a roll, man; keep them coming!

  2. Cheers Charles!

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