All of a Sudden
All of a Sudden
outside the sun has given up
the stories told are changing
clouds are fingers of a moving hand
that hold and press the passion
of a frozen day against my eyes
and through my hands the burning void
calls another season to an end
my sorrow cuts the shapeless air
each moment starts with what I've known
a table in a crowded room
dark with hidden voices
and falls away from there
your yellow perfume lingers like a halo
over where you've been
I can't recall how long I stayed
talking to an empty chair
and as today winds down to night
your smile forms up around me
sharp and turned just enough
to know what's next and still enjoy
the soft and bright unfolding
Copyright © Paul Trimble | Year Posted 2022
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