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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4035 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Alone Marty Abuloc The night falls heavily upon the street filled with a crowd of gray figures. shadows move in blacker darkness among the waving trees in the avenue 10:00 p.m.., the lamps are lit, The sounds are blossoming in heavier colors; from somewhere a laughter is borne by the wind, and elsewhere the sound of hurried footsteps hastening to a thousand personal destinations; The muffled cough behind, the murmur of voices humming all at once, uttering syllables and inflections nearly tangible in the emptiness they carry; and then, finding oneself alone. You should have been here, At least to watch how the evening falls And become deeply lighted In this cityscape, or to feel the brush of the wind That had passed through a hundred patterned alleyways And byways, and sigh softly as it blew through your hair…. You should have been here to observe the variations of life Taking shape from the ripples within a coffee cup; You should have been here to be touched by fingers That now hold onto something that is not there, You should have been here To grant more than the same memories Seen through the cobwebs of these eyes. But it was a vacant chair, A space defined by your absence. Where, across, a restlessness lingers Turning and returning to catch the songs from a nearby bar, Breathing the slow pace of every second, In a place where the memory of being together Is a burden that wilts heavily, A stilled pendulum, In the night air. |
