The walk back.

So here it ends
the last fading silhouette
of her, with the drowning sun
A solemn culmination.
of a rather bitter sweet
and tremulous scene.

I dust off my hands,
Sigh, and walk back,
Car keys in my hand,
Occasionally clinking
breaking the sombre monotony.

My thoughts scatter
to number of places
and times.
as I struggle to grasp
the irreversibility of things.

My car, now seems
a tad too far,
An annoyance,
I had clearly not forseen.



Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2021-03-09 at 20:10

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You've come up with some beautiful language here. Well done!
2021-03-10


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
An almost universal commentary on leaving someone or something. Extremely emotive. You’ve enkindled numerous memories with this. Well done!
2021-03-09