an absolute stillness found in the eventide as the wind gusts
as it sways the leaves, I wish it'd take my problems with it too
a lone night consists of your two missed calls and a glimpse of us
tranquilized, I think of a time when another try belongs to you
submerged myself into a daydream that would never fit our reality
a numb heart, waiting for our unfinished business to cease to be
a remnant of our past continues to haunt me, yet I only let it slide
in the form of flashbacks, it torments my mind, needing to subside
answered a ringing phone, you questioned me if I don't miss you
uncertain of what is the truth to falsity after we had grown apart
only a fool would resurrect a broken heart for you, yet I wanted to
a heart longing to beat again while it's desperate for a fresh start
deceiving me with your schemes, a look into your eyes is all it takes
either I fall for a new game, or I surrender before the raising of stakes
as you were begging me to stay, my conscience held uncertainty
since the resentment pierced me in the heart, it lived for eternity
with pain comes growth—a mind is conscious enough to discern
the question "would I still need your love?" occurs as I try to spurn
an apology stays empty if one isn't genuinely reconciling
all I have is myself after the eventide; a heart is drearily learning.
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After the Eventide
PoetryDivided into four chapters, "After the Eventide" is a collection of poetry and prose that navigates through different stages in one's youth, thus growing up in an unsettling and unforgiving place. It circles around relationships, giving too much un...
