Two Voices by Mark McConville

silver dynamic microphone on black microphone stand

We stand at the edge of life
Wishing to savour the last of the time
We have in this loop
Though we see everything fraying,
Dying and corrupting.
You dance the last dance
When I drink the last drink
I take the last draw of a cigarette
That infusion of nicotine
Breaks the tension.
You look younger than me
Beautifully presented like a box of prizes
Your heart a container of lust
A beating gem.
We were the lynchpins to many
Now they’ve left us
To bask in the last of the light.
Don’t walk away right now
We still have some energy
To create a bundle of memories
The joy of love lingers.
You see
I am growing older faster
Than you
My hands are rough
And the temptation of losing myself
Gnaws at me.
Your hair is bound in flowers
A natural array of colours
In my world
You are young
And embracing life
In a dusty room
Where all noises
Are replaced by two voices.

Mark McConville is a freelance music journalist who has written for many online and print publications. He also likes to write dark fiction and poetry.
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