Eclipse
You were too cool to think the same things were neat that I did-
the mundane was beneath the notice of your evolved intellect.
You would not have deigned to explain the pinhole effect of the leaves,
The crescent shapes scattered across the ground and on the walls.
Would you have regaled us with your time in Saudi Arabia?
With your native, unpracticed talents, your genealogy?
I recall that I was one that could make you smile at the absurd,
and knew you could value things that were silly, or ordinary.
The melancholy of those approaching milestones seeps in-
I'm adding molasses to my coffee again, sweetly bitter.
Copyright © Tania Horne | Year Posted 2017
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