Last Light

#Last Light

  I do this not to mourn you;  

  You were never worth the tears.

  I do this not for comfort;  

  Loss and lassitude are pairs   

  Of equal-tempered lovers   

  Nested deep within each other—  

  Folded one inside another    

  Like twin origami prayers.

    

  The ring, I left in Lincoln;  

  (I was never yours to wound)   

  Upon a glasstop table   

  Near the Goodwill lost and found   

  ‘Cause I could never hide you,  

  Curl confessions up inside you,  

  Camouflage my every smile   

  In a crooked little frown.

    

  So in this field of heather,  

  As our day draws to a close,   

  I find it finished simply;  

  Nothing brash or grandiose.   

  Just a humble ray of sun that

  Lingers once and now is done, it

  Ended just as we begun it,

  In this place I loved you most.

     

inspired by this painting of the same name, by Casey Childs

    

    

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