On an inconspicuous whim
I looked her up
As I just happened to be passing
Through the town that stayed the same.
In the cafe on Sepia Street,
The one time often forgot,
Two of the ritual coffees
Stood sentinel between us.
She was wearing the purple shirt
Whose shade enticed me to think
That things perhaps could be
As they once were.
Impressions of autumnal light
Wafted long walks in dappled beauty,
Fragments which had lain dormant within me
From the town that stayed the same.
But once precious eyes
Now like vacant shadows
Hung along the brick alleyways
No longer held their unique radiance.
The familiar, touching voice
Reciting rerun stories
Was now a poor cover
Of a once beloved song.
The faithful mugs depleted,
Necessary niceties repeated,
Lighter than before, I took my leave
Of the town that stayed the same.
Submitted: April 03, 2021
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D. Thurmond aka JEF
A well put way of saying things of yesterday.
Sat, April 3rd, 2021 6:32pmAuthor
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Thank you.
Sun, April 4th, 2021 8:24am