Silence of after

The silence of after
    is never
the drabness of drought
    in a colorless sky
or tethered forevers
    of echoing whys (?)

The silence of after
are shadows of laughter
    spilled on the soil,
the reek of lingering sighs
and traces of lipstick
    left on the edge of regret.
The silence of after
    is never and now.

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July 9, 2019

23 responses to “Silence of after

  1. That after feels as permanent as the grave. But it’s a haunted one. A person could go mad following those ghosts and ignoring the reality around them.

  2. This is so sweet….and tightly written. I really love traces of lipstick
    left on the edge of regret.

  3. “are shadows of laughter
    spilled on the soil,
    the reek of lingering sighs
    and traces of lipstick”

    Whew… so hard to forget…. Loved this bleak, sad poem.

  4. kaykuala

    The silence of after
    are shadows of laughter

    Yes, there is a fair balance in life that takes over when things appear to be out of turn

    Hank

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