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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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
You've come up with some beautiful language here. Well done!

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!