Poem: Between These Walls

Between these walls
the days stretch silent;
no staccato of laughter
as you land in my embrace,
no crystal tears trailing
into the crook of your smile.

There are moments
beneath the barrage
in the obsidian hours
when I hear a ghostly whisper
before descending into dreams,
pursued by phantasms of you.

You may be gone,
yet an essence endures;
it could be you calling
through the beams and the boards,
the echo of your epilogue
in the gaps between these walls.

Copyright © 2018 Scott Kaelen
Featured in Not One Of Us

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