You came unexpectedly one evening.

Suddenly in seconds, time stood still –

the sleepy sun stayed awake

all that evening, against its will.

Then the watchful universe called,

Time looked at the stunned moments,

and, red-faced, rushed out

through the open window.

That evening stands rooted to the ground

Puzzled instants… you and me…

Heavy-lidded sun…

I think Time will perhaps never

permit such a breach again.

Now the sun sets every evening,

and every night, the dark

steals into my soul.

You and I deny its truth -

(“trick of memory”)

But that day when Time fled

through the window,

it bruised a knee, and  the blood

that dripped, dried up, and I see it

there - right beneath my window –

most evenings.

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