Evening Poem by Kevin Goddard

Evening



Evening, and again I see you look out
Of the window for something,
someone, a shape and form
you feel you should catch
in your eye, at least,
But can’t.
So the candles in your look
Brighten as the dark comes down,
leap against the night like moth wings
And then, or so it seems to me observing,
Welcome it with surprise,
At least now the urge to see, hold,
Touch, fondle him who’s gone,
gone, like the petunias
in the garden, is put away
for a day,
and the mind, the mind can fold
the memories again, remake
the corners of the smile, smooth
out the cadence, fluff the hair,
run its finger over the rough cheek.
And though it’s never finished,
And never, never enough,
the glow of the eyes grows
and grows, and then
goes, further than any sun
can show, and further than I can
hope to see,
before their close.

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