The Last Evening
Published in
Jul 17, 2022
a poem
That was
the last evening,
though we didn’t know,
but as it turned out to be,
I think about it quite often,
maybe you do too!
Not sure, if what you said,
or what I didn’t,
was the reason,
but, an awkward silence
had stretched our connection
like a taut cable,
hanging in the air,
between us,
and the setting sun
feeling a bit awkward for us,
had left in a hurry,
a trail of its colours
left behind,
all different colours
unravelling like ribbons
fading away slowly,
leaving faint traces of
the words, that were,
bright and bleeding
between us,
as the sky had also
turned smoky grey,
suddenly,
together, we had
nodded at the waiter
for the check!
That was
our last evening,
I think about it quite often,
maybe you do too!
