Beckoning the Eventide

Charles Kick

In the sweet eventide

The living room is empty 

Popcorn and my mind

Not holding hands

So I can only make it

Sit for half an hour

Tired being without your presence

The movie goes unfinished

Like the life we had together

And as the haunted whispers

Vault above my bed

The Erie dissertation

Moaning chills to clog my head

Oh, heart that clearly, sweetly mutters

Till I follow it from dread

And hangs me on a noose till dead


When morning comes

Reminding me I’m still alive

Great enchantments help prepare the way

Till every task and duty is fulfilled

Except the one to you

My heart reminds me with a witch’s scorn

With punishment both long and so severe

Lurking ‘neath the surface

Like your name

Which on my tongue does fly 

To heaven’s angels carry

Distant days bring your reply

And fear procrastinating diligence

Would indeed you from me rob

When all this aching does

Is leave me heartless with you gone

  • Author: Charles Kick (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2023 21:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: I've been separated from her so long, neither of us want to be apart, but circumstances can exist that keep people apart. Neither of us chose this. Coping is a joke to which I strive. I don't know if I"ll ever have her answer to the things I've expressed in her absence.
  • Category: Love
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Soman Ragavan, L. B. Mek.


  • L. B. Mek

    'The Erie dissertation'
    sadly, I so relate dear Poet
    but thankfully I'm in a different space now;
    I hope you too, may journey
    to a different space
    preferably with her, but if not
    then with another...
    I'm in owe of your bravery
    and the vulnerability
    in your poetic efficacy..
    (I bow to your superior talent)

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