Closing Time, a poem by Allan Edward Tierney at Spillwords.com
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Closing Time

Closing Time

written by: Allan Edward Tierney

 

I’m standing at the end of our street
at our special place
where we used to meet
now life has turned so bad
your memory is so sweet

If I look back I can’t recall
why I let you go
you were my heart and soul
you made sense of it all

And now I near my time to die
and wander here alone
I want to look once more in your eyes
and feel what we felt before

Just one more touch from your hand
so long forgotten
so long forbidden
one last kiss where we used to stand

Before the final end of my rhyme
at the end of our street
at the end of my life…
at closing time.

Allan Edward Tierney

Allan Edward Tierney

My name is Allan Edward Tierney. I am 70 and Scottish. I live in Bratislava, capital of the Slovak Republic with my wife Jirina. My primary literary themes are life, death and doomsday.
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