The Wall Of Night. . .


Nothing To See. . .

You dropped a kiss
on the top of my head
as you headed out the door.

I wanted to hold onto
what the night had brought
and the morning promised. . .

Too late, I think,
another chance missed,
to gather to ourselves

what time would bring
in another lifetime with
unwelcome surprises.

And with no knowledge ever
of how it all came to be. . .
How could you not see

what was written indelibly
on the wall of night?
I know,  I know.

There was nothing to see.  Nothing.

photo by John Holmes

2 Responses to The Wall Of Night. . .

  1. Maria Wulf March 31, 2016 at 12:20 am #

    This is haunting Veronica.

  2. Veronica Hallissey May 29, 2016 at 1:08 am #

    Maira, you understood. Thank you.

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