The solitude
That grips this night
The cigarette
I rolled too tight
The rain that falls
Like tears astray
I still wonder
Where you are today.
Memories with
A blinking eye
A quiet phase
The moving sky
Deeper down
And further still
Each sacred promise
To unfulfill.
A ticking clock
Time in a dream
Passes slow
A silent stream
Closer now
Yet still afar
I wonder still
Where you are.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
In which '' After'' Does the presence of the other reveal itself ?
An open ended question my friend, thanks and appreciation my friend
It is the combination of melancholic wording, short and sad rhythm's beat in the meter, rhyme and the wistful ending that give this a fave.
most kind thanking you much appreciated
My pleasure
There is an ache that is gentle and wistful and unresolved. 🙏🏻🕊️
Thanks my friend much appreciated
Good write N. Yes, we still wonder where that bus is. lol.
where are you no 7 lol
Norman, this really moved me. The ordinary details, passing hours, and unanswered longing create such a quiet ache...like the night itself is waiting alongside you. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanks and appreciation as always my friend
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