The moon dominates an afternoon sky spotted with clouds.
A pale coruscate orb that
takes from the sun
her beauty.
A shadow grows beneath the cumulus
and reaches out to the bench where
I sit.
My shoulders slumped,
I look up to the fractured scape
and memory meets reality.
Another day, a different sky;
the same bench.
Alone but not by myself; more alone then now.
Her beauty,
like the sun, stolen
by my words; thoughts harsher than that pale surface.
She stands,
her shadow stretches, and pulls away
from me.
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Author:
KJ Delaney (
Offline) - Published: October 11th, 2021 16:03
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Beautiful emotive words KJ.
Andy
this is a wonderful effort, truly!
an enjoyable read, thanks for sharing
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