You Left Wearing Green
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The bar smelled like old coins and lies.
You kissed your Guinness,
like it might kiss back.
I wore a clover behind my ear.
You laughed and said
I was always reaching for luck
in the wrong places.
You left before last call.
The bouncer asked if I was okay.
I tipped him like a priest.
When I got home,
the clover had already wilted.
But I still raised my glass to you —
still did the accent.
Alone.
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Joshua Walker
Joshua Walker, also known as The Last Bard, is an independent poet whose work explores memory, identity, and the fragile spaces between connection and solitude. Drawing from personal experiences and the layered textures of everyday moments, his poetry weaves raw emotional honesty with vivid metaphor and subtle surrealism. Based in Oklahoma City, Joshua’s work has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, blending introspection with universal themes. When not writing, he advocates for mental health awareness and the enduring power of poetry to capture the unspoken truths of human experience.
