Remains of the day

remains of the day

When the moments are snatched,
The time compressed, conversations started then stalled. 
A hazy veil of exhaustion hangs over,
Clouds my judgment and corrupts any sense of coherence.

I look for the lost part, I mourn her passing. The soft baggy layer that lines my outline. The creaky hips and clunky gait.

A cloudy trail left in the sky, wispy, fleeting. There but not.

Your fingertips touch mine, the warm electric current flows once again and our eyes meet anew. 
The tear trickles down my cheek,
Softening the frown and washing away the remnants of the day.


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