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Meeting


04.19.19 Posted in today's words by

Bill Blankenship’s most recent poem to appear here was “Little Fireflies” (January 2019)

Meeting
By Bill Blankenship

When evening falls
I want to go calling
But she sneaks ’round to me
Never shall we publicly meet
But rather secretly

Two lovers
Single
No ties to others
Yet
It can never be
That we shall meet in the light of day
Like once we two did meet

There was a time when I would go calling
And we would go out to dine
Then to a theater to see a great play
Or to the opera for Fleming, Domingo or Keenlyside

But the fatality
That took her from me
Can never be undone
So now in the faintest shadow by night
She sometimes comes to me
And stands at my bedside
And we talk through the night
Just we two
Privately

I have been in this bed
Since the night she was taken
And have heard whispers that I will never leave
But come tonight
I will get to join her
For the angels are coming for me



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