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Last Call

short sour sweet

By Mark FrancisPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
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They sat late at a bar that was bare

but for them

and the shot set out for each.

“I was true to my word,” he said.

“And I… to mine,” she said in turn.

At the door moon rays came in

as if to mark the time.

“I did what I was told—

did it all—to end up here,” he said.

“Yes, we both did.”

The man with the keys said, “Got

to go home, get some rest." And

with a sigh, “You, too.”

When they got to the door the moon

rays were gone.

love poems

About the Creator

Mark Francis

Published translator of verse and original writer of haiku, senryu, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.

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