Twilight
If it’s magic…
Why can’t we make it everlasting
.
She comes on
Down the hall
Shuffling her feet
Just a little
Slowly shaking off memories
Holding on
To her purse
In her best dress
Out of fashion
Quietly anxious though she won’t tell
It’s the day
That they set
Roughly the same
Their rendezvous
Never changes lest they forget
Sitting down
Dreaming on
Tapping his feet
His Sunday best
And the look in his eye unchanged
Waiting on
Patiently
For he knows that
The time is come
As the sun sets the night is theirs
A knock on the door
Signals the start of it all
Their record is playing
Exit the world and the floor
As inviting as ever
A song and a dance
In the half-light
They own each other
Swiftly they hold
As of old
.
His thin hair
Her tired eyes
Head on his bosom
Their trembling hands
And the melody plays along
Soft enough
No one cares
Nobody’s there
They’re all alone
Love’s lone gleam fills the room.
.
Those who cringe
At the decay of mere mortal flesh
Fearing the passing
Dreading the time
Shunning the thought
Putting the light out
Behold
The true killer
Is living in lovelessness
Waiting alone
Waiting in vain
Ready to go
.
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Beautiful entry the comming in…
Sitting down
dreaming…
And tapping her feet.
Such a clear picture.
Awesome !
Thank you. That’s actually the change of focus between her (approaching his room/flat) and him (waiting for her in the armchair)
You are welcome to read on and share your thoughts. Cheers
Evocative and true.
Thanks for your kind appreciation. There are other pieces on similar subject-matters, albeit in Spanish. You can have a read at Penelope’s Looking-glass for a somewhat related issue, however from a different perspective