In the evening

It's in the evening, it's at dusk,

when the day slows down,

when the hours are readying themselves

for the oncoming new day,

when it's time for confidence and sharing

that you miss her more.

The scent of a smile, the light of a whisper,

the touch of glare: there’s nothing more of this.

In silence crawling memories

fill the emptiness in your chest.

The loneliness is something 

you grab with strength.

Shreds of a love on the floor,

shards of a promise in your flesh.

Unshed tears, unsaid words, 

lips now dry, bleeding eyes.

Just the shadow of what it was. 

the tremulous, fading image of who was.

And you still don't understand why.