First shadows
Begin to fall
At the door
Within the hall
The kichen clock
Half hidden face
The dinner table
Set in place.
The distant strangers
Know each other well
Husband and wife
No longer tell
Stories of days
How work went
Just evening shadows
To silence vent.
An uneasy quietness
Distance between
Hanging moments
As if a dream
Too many years behind
Too few in front
They just see it out
A nod, a grunt.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Time wears many things thin and leaves little incentive for change. Well written my friend
Thanking you much appreciated read my friend
You are most welcome Norman
A most engaging verse on growing apart. 🕊️🙏🏻
thanking you much appreciated friend
Most welcome, Norman 🕊️🙏🏻
Wow, Norman...this is restrained and deeply sad. The routine is still there, the shared history is still there, but the warmth between them has almost completely drained away. You captured that distance beautifully, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Many thanks, always much appreciated my friend
Good write N. Yes, so many waiting for that bus, they say to one another 'Hello stranger, not seen ya for 10, 20, ..... years!' lol.
in the queue someone said " I hope theres enough seats" I said if it ever turns up lol, obviously a first timer at the bus stop
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