Last Call

I would like so much more from you
As we reach that fork in the trail
You have to go right and me to the left
There is no point in looking back
As we travel on, before we cannot see
So leave something great of you, for me.

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Let me think a while, what that can be.
Some of your writing, not just for me
I need a part of you that will live on
As this winters cold grips us both so hard
Then I can say, and let others read your card.
That your spoken words are what we should know.

I tell you now I won’t let you go
Until those words I hear from you
No cutting corners that’s just not your style
Tell us as it is, then we can think a while
And save the words you write or say
To use as a guideline for always and a day

You know my beliefs, if they are not true.
There will be darkness, not me, waiting for you.
Yet you say that you may arrive before I leave
It matters not, as there is now, no other time you see
Today is as yesterday, and tomorrow as well
It can be cold, or hot, but what the hell.

I will see you anyhow