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Night and day
Back and forth they whip
to and fro
growing more ghostly with each passing moment.
There, you see?
That little dot
is glimmering at me.
Closer and closer it parades.
to the same eerie drum.
My companion marches
as I stay and wait.
I know he’s near
long before I can see.
The signs are everywhere.
The signals too strong to miss.
If I close my eyes for a second,
he will pass on by.
Sometimes I get fooled into thinking he’s nearby.
A trickster cast false shadows.
I am not the only one deceived.
Blooms close up early at the thought of his passing.
We never touch.
We only see,
the evidence of the other
this is enough to bring peace.
His scent lingers
longer after he’s gone.
The drums descend into tomorrow.
Silence gives way to life.
All we have is that moment.
When our eyes meet
when night becomes day
and day becomes history.
Very well done and thought-proving poem👏👏🤩💕
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Thank you 💕
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My pleasure Jolene 🫶😇🫂🥰
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