Midnight Chime
the vibration
of the violin
fading to the timbre
of voices
upon the stage
midnight hour
slowly chiming in
as the bartender
pours another drink
her lipstick
slowly kisses the edges
as she sips away
her pain
she sees her lover
in the reflection
of mind
paling
with every sip
she downs another
as his face
becomes a mirage
in the haze
she remembers
his touch
his scent
his kiss
his words
as he walked away
surely just one more
will make him disappear
from memory
she orders another
as he walks in
the dimly lit room
with a woman
wrapped in the curls
of his arms
his eyes
catch hers
with the look
of regret
she can't see
past the pain
but doesn't let him see
instead she smiles
as she sets her drink aside
and kisses the bartender
goodnight
she walks away
casting silhouettes
like shadows
on the sidewalks
as her pain
subsides
with the tempo
of night's zephyr
she exhales a sigh
as the mist of darkness
traces the contours of her face
like a fog lifting
her breath rises
as she smiles
with the same fullness
as this moon
illuminating
the night
feb 21, 2020
clueless as to where this came from....
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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