Morney Wilson

Rookie (3rd April 1969 / Edinburgh)

The Last - Poem by Morney Wilson

This will be the last.
I have come to an end.
There are no more words.

If you happen to see
a word somewhere from me,
take it gently home.
Maybe you keep special memories
in a pretty pink box.
My word would like it there.
I like to think my word would
be treasured - when measured
against other words would be

I am sitting on the bed,
looking down at the place
where she should be.
There is only me
though, only me -
there is only ever me.
I am holding her blanket on my lap -
perhaps I am thinking it is her.

I would like this to be the last thought.
Lie down here now, to get up later
awake in a different place. A place
where there are no words -
not because you have lost them
but because they are not needed.

If you see her give her my last words:
'I will see you there.'

© Morney Wilson

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 11, 2011

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