Yesterday wept bitterly
at the threshold
when I left her,
gently prising my fingers free
of her clutching hands.
Will I see you again, she asked.
Maybe, I mumbled
and I stepped out
into the twilight.
Tomorrow stood there
waiting like a bride
shy, tremulous
drawing little rings in the sand
with her toes.
I hurried towards her.
I was aware of the sand
slippingawayfromundermyfeet
like the last grains
hurtling down the neck
of a ruthless hourglass.
Come to me, my love, I whispered
as I grabbed her hungrily.
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 7:50 PM UTC
Yesterday wept bitterly
at the threshold
when I left her,
gently prising my fingers free
of her clutching hands.
Will I see you again, she asked.
Maybe, I mumbled
and I stepped out
into the twilight.
Tomorrow stood there
waiting like a bride
shy, tremulous
drawing little rings in the sand
with her toes.
I hurried towards her.
I was aware of the sand
slippingawayfromundermyfeet
like the last grains
hurtling down the neck
of a ruthless hourglass.
Come to me, my love, I whispered
as I grabbed her hungrily.
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