Consumption

Shadows lengthen. Evening's come.
I've put a chair beside my own for you
Beneath the western trees. The
Clouds are turning red and orange.
All the world seems at last to have
Learned how to be at peace. I'm
Not at peace. I mourn your absence.
Come tonight. Your chair awaits.
I'll sit until the shadows merge,
And evening gives way to night,
And liquor numbs my sense of loss,
And I can stagger off to bed
No longer thinking of that chair,
Or who should be here next to me.
The light has gone. You've stayed
Away, and, in the darkness of my
heart and eyes, I see that evening
Is what the lover hopes to save,
Though it inevitably is digested
By the night.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-30 at 02:57

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