I'll Call Upon You At Midnight

The dark end of one day is the fresh start of another.

I'll call upon you at midnight

to finally come ashore.

Leave behind your oblivion

and empty red canister.

You could not read between the lines

but this I shan't forget,

the moments shared in laughter

our beautiful duet.

We traveled through that lifetime

troubled, sad, and strong;

leaning on each other

before we were long gone.

Though you left that page behind you

and that chapter burned 'a crisp,

I still hold my pen

and a memory as a wisp.

So, I'll call upon you at midnight

to walk along the shore.

You may tell me how love died,

and I will give you more.

Reviews

[Lluvs]

This is deep and powerfully written (: your flow holds so much meaning. "I still hold my pen and memory as a wisp" amazing.

[Outdated Account]

Thank you, this means a lot. This poem is arguably the poem I'm most proud of, glad I'm not just weird for liking my own writing.

[Lluvs]

No I think I have love for everything I write because I really poir my heart out. This piece is really good and you should be proud (:

[FateDictates]

and it is simply more that I want to read well written...

[Outdated Account]

Why thank you, this is a great compliment. If you're interested in my poetry I have a whole tumblr blog full of it under the name worrywrite as well (shameless advertising). Again though, thank you.