Now 'Tis the Evening

Today held many a smile, wide ones, blazing under the cloudless heavens. I put off thoughts of the date - those musings are for the evening. Today held my attention, with tasks, so that my mind wouldn't wander. I deferred memories unasked for - remember them in the evening. Today held good tidings, days awaited, a personal pratique in times of pandemic. I tabled tremors and tears impending - save every one for the evening. Now 'tis the evening, and rain has come from that blue sky. That family not of blood, but of bonds, smiling behind my eyes but not before them. Now 'tis the evening, and my heart has cast adrift. All we spoke of was one day going home, and a part of me stayed with those who never can. Now 'tis the evening, and I await the next solemn messenger. A new name is drawn in alternating years, so I dread the list when next I see this day. Here I am at the close of this weighty day considering this world's caprices, such that I've had nearly more time and memory with the graves than with the men. I held the day's soul long at bay - but now 'tis the evening.