Last One to Leave
The chatter of squirrels and sweet
chirping birds dart around
edges of the porch
where I sit
just looking over these
spots where we talked,
replaying shared moments
through days of joy, dancing,
reading, songs, and
walks by the creek.
I look to the lengthening shadows
draped down the hill in their
mournful goodbye to day,
knowing tomorrow the sun will fill
all these places with light again
tucking memories into folds of my
mind like seeds layered into leaf
litter across the forest floor.
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Very nice! I particularly like the last stanza – fitting, somehow, isn’t it!
Lovely! Like “shadows draped” and the ending is great!
good description and effective ending