Twilight
in dismal array
ebon hours
of weighted resonance
that find uneventful me
grasping empty air
in handfuls,
where once you lingered
passionately.
Entranced,
these liquid memories are
dripping down my face
and arm
to my hand,
welling in fingers
that dance across
piano keys.
Lamp lit, how they sing to me
in minor notes
of days now gone,
and nights passed,
bittersweet.
//Sy



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