Charles Hancock


Habitual Darkness - Poem by Charles Hancock

Watching as the habitual darkness takes its place
until I can no longer see the alarm clock face
Still lusting for your passionate kisses and embrace

Clinging to the memory of when we last spoke
and how you'd grin when I told a stupid joke
Time; drifting away like your cigarette smoke

Miss hearing every Spring, Summer, and Fall
about how much you love Cincinnati Reds baseball
You'd sit on the edge of the chair at every close call

What I'd give for one more peaceful evening walk
or another early Sunday morning coffee and talk
Recalling love notes you'd leave with sidewalk chalk

Still can't venture out after dark since that night
nor understand everything in black and white
Speculating on when it'll be time for us to reunite


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013


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