Forgetting

“THE SHADOW OF LOSS”

-zafon

Words hide behind doorways

passing hours in unheard whispers

shadows fill the kitchen then fade to night

what can be told by hushing up the stars one forgets?

Nothing can be told, but such things pass,

eyes attempt to hide what can’t fall in public or even in silence

the pen does not alter its course across an empty page

this is what we do but don’t call it forgetting, don’t call it what it is,

sunrise comes unannounced and with it shadows return

with one tear for each year you read in a collection of photographs

and the window opens

and the streets come alive

and all there is

is shadows

shadows.