I see the orange sun
sink below the hills,
said Netanya,
it sinks slowly beyond
the evening sky.
I stand by
the bedroom window
gazing at the departing day,
a thin sliver of blue
slips from sight.
Benny has gone;
I have no idea where;
his sister said she thinks
he went to London
from where he came.
The bed behind is empty;
he will no longer sleep
beside me there;
I must sleep alone.
The sky darkens
to a navy blue
and like a silver coin
the moon evolves.
Tears fill my eyes;
the scenery blurs.
The smell of evening
enters the room;
a slight breeze
touches my hair.
I wonder where he is
and the last time
I watched him
walk up the road
this morning
unaware he was
leaving me for good.
I draw the curtains
to close the day
and gaze at the bed
where once we lay.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
I see the orange sun
sink below the hills,
said Netanya,
it sinks slowly beyond
the evening sky.
I stand by
the bedroom window
gazing at the departing day,
a thin sliver of blue
slips from sight.
Benny has gone;
I have no idea where;
his sister said she thinks
he went to London
from where he came.
The bed behind is empty;
he will no longer sleep
beside me there;
I must sleep alone.
The sky darkens
to a navy blue
and like a silver coin
the moon evolves.
Tears fill my eyes;
the scenery blurs.
The smell of evening
enters the room;
a slight breeze
touches my hair.
I wonder where he is
and the last time
I watched him
walk up the road
this morning
unaware he was
leaving me for good.
I draw the curtains
to close the day
and gaze at the bed
where once we lay.
