No Shadows After Sunset
Long human silhouettes at eventide.
Dry lips, coruscating eyes, hungry souls, a lakefront view.
Water shimmering in the diffracted coral beam; upcoming moonlight.
Pair of warm and cold hands.
Cool evening breeze against golden and olive skin.
Fleeting instants after 6 p.m.;
Perfect moments don't last long,
Seconds of solace,
Concealed is the day by azure-colored ripples.
Will they lose themselves too?
Like the lost shadows after sunset.
Immersing in their soul and the night.
The irony of being moonstruck at dusk.
Peace or grief?
A nostalgic dilemma;
Is this what it means to be human?
Being haunted by your sweetest day memory at night.
Copyright © Arinima Gupta | Year Posted 2022
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