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Cheers To Half Empty Glasses

A Last Call Poem

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 25 days ago • 3 min read
Cheers To Half Empty Glasses
Photo by Lara John on Unsplash

i miss the way the sweet grass smelled

in the sunshine just after the rain

i miss the way that my heart would swell

everytime you said my name

the warm burning of love

like a tall shot of whiskey

reminding me of

the first time that you kissed me

my whole world spun

and everything was easy

but as soon as it began

my fairytale was ending


and all of a sudden ....


they made the last call

the time flew by so fast

My heart was not prepared at all

for it to be my last

bulletproof and 10 foot tall

it never occured i should ask

what happens when last call comes

leaving behind half empty glasses


and now, here i am

a room of just one

just me and the dust

my wings too close to the sun

in a dream fully consumed

shrouded in pain and mistrust

a hole in my balloon

and two ton weight on my chest

i am undone

and life just isn't fair

i went out to feel better

but the warm air was chilled

leaving me here

alone without a sweater

and now my heart's grown cold

last call destroyed my fair weather


so tell me, where did you go

i've wandered life's winding roads

an empty chair sits where you used to be

and the world is turning so slow

how i should feel remains a great mystery

but some habits won't let you go

like lilacs neath the wild willow tree

the creeping vines always grow

inside the memories of we

carved forever in stone

bound by eternity


and it still feels so sudden


they announced the last call

time flew by so fast

my heart was not prepared at all

for this last to be last

bulletproof and 10 foot tall

i never once dared to ask

what happens when last call arrives

and leaves behind half empty glasses


in the middle of the night

in the middle of my dream

on a train just out of sight

a stranger's voice whispered to me

I climbed on in and took a seat

the platform now too far to see

the train tracks clicked to a sorrowful beat

as last call played it's sad song on repeat


they announced the last call

time flew by so fast

My heart not prepared for the fall

and this last was the last

bulletproof and 10 foot tall

i'd never once dared to ask

what happens when last call comes

and leaves half empty glasses


and now, here i am

a room of just one

just me and the dust

my wings too close to the sun

in a dream, fully consumed

shrouded in pain and mistrust

with a hole in my balloon

and two ton weight on my chest

i am undone

and life just isn't fair

i went out to feel better

but the warm air was chilled

leaving me here

alone without a sweater

and now my heart's grown cold

last call destroyed my fair weather


i make my way

through empty cars

each lonely face

bearing its scar

with tales to tell

and still no one will listen

i'll tell you this

if you want my opinion

last call is hell

with the best of intentions


so now they've made that last call

our time just flew by so fast

My heart was not prepared at all

for this last time to be the last

bulletproof and 10 foot tall

i don't know why i never asked

what happens when last call comes calling

leaving so many half empty glasses


so, we rolled the dice

and rattled the bones

the service was nice

but still, i'm all alone

so here's a toast

in the purest surrender

i can still hear your voice

as last call remembers


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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

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    Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden