Last Call

2:00am, there’s a warmth against my ear,
and the voice makes everything clear.
Hand loosing feeling but I’ll never let go,
a squeeze to bring close the joy I now know.
Time slows not its push to mornings new,
as the words ring out so soft and so true.
Last breaths leaking out on both sides,
an ache within as the light subsides.
2:00am, finger hovers over red glow,
bottled up to rest, now sleeps under the pillow.

*original creation date: 4/1/2007