The Last Man Poem by Jacob Courtney

I am the last man. I stand alone on this bridge looking out
to what was once a lovely place. You could feel the wind
bring sounds of happiness and joy. The kids laughing and
playing with no care. The joys it brings to me in these
moments of quiet. I walk towards what was once a constant
place where people would come and go. The stories the old
timers would tell about when times where different. I
see their faces and still hear their voices. I wonder how
things could have been. I often question why am I still here
why must I be alone. I can do as i want but with no one to
enjoy it with it is utter agony. A couple years ago the
power finally went out. I could no longer look at pictures
of my family on my phone or watch shows that have long since
past to at least help pass the time til I die. I was young
and strong only now to be old and frail. I still hear my
sons laugh see his smiling face. I fall to my knees almost
overcomed by the pain. I still carry his favorite toys
he favorite cup. I go to his room looking onward letting the
same movies play over and over in my head. I question
and yell out at the sky what have I done to deserve this
why must I suffer like this. Decades later and still no
reply. I will just continue to wonder around this town
waiting for the end waiting to be one with my family
again.

Jacob (Adams) Courtney