M.T. Evans | Poetry

Reveille 

 

We awoke, straightened the bedding,

 

had coffee and spoke of things both exciting and numbing.

 

I just wanted to start being alive - with you.

 

     ... tick tock time winds down

 

Every day. Every hour.

 

I just wanted to hold you.

 

I just wanted to be with you.

 

    ... and then, we didn't say another word.

 

We stared at the empty flower vase, the spare key and unopened mail sitting on the table, then left for the new frontiers of the day — where we just continued dying in silence. 

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— M.T. Evans | 2020