I cling to the past
to you in shadows of amber, grays, and fading indigo skies; fading light at the end of my days.
Your voice betrays your heart; you fail to have that part of my closed heart you briefly possessed.
The world babbles into chaos; I know I stand here alone among skyscrapers that bury me on this crowded street corner.
Train rushes past; I fail to grasp the image of your handsome face reflected in the shattered glass door that slammed shut.
Loneliness swells around me; crowd jostles me.
I want to deceive myself.
Like the shattered glass, I shatter.
Shades of dying light in hues of lavender, sepia, and soft rose.
Shifting world; shifting hues of light.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2023
What amazing beauty.
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Thank you.
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