But now I . . .

But now I . . .

the wind through the honey locust
throws the branches into commotion.
but still this summer evening seems calm.

just like this place here in the lowering light of day,
so the intensity of my memories of you dim
until they are dark silhouettes in a twilight.

who are you?
stirs a slight suspense as the question hangs here, in my thoughts.
but still I seem calm.

who are you?
you are the one who could always rob of me of sleep.
but I sleep now.


But now I . . . by Robert Mahaney is licensed under a Creative Commons License

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