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TWILIGHT HOUR by Kamilah Rashied

this time of day

reminds me

that our lives

have many

endings


that there are

treasures

you can only

take with you

in your mind


which recalls

the details

differently

each time


you sat to my right

under the statue

in the square


the sky was

golden with

streaks of

auburn clouds


we had coffee

in the morning

but lingered

and it was

nearly evening

now


we faced the

boulevard

where we used

to live


it was a

pleasant

conversation

you made

me laugh

it stung a little


but you asked me

for one more day


of what we

would ordinarily

do had I not left you

and I wanted to

relive it too


you walked me

to the train

or did I walk

as you followed


keep moving

your feet

I thought


if the sun

begins to set

he will use

those colors

against you


you will

remember

the first time

he walked you to

your door


the call he gave

an hour later

to say nothing

in particular


just that he

found you calming

and you made

him think


I closed my

eyes the whole

ride home

trying to omit

every detail


failing

valiantly


I remember

the pivot of

your neck

from left to right


as I forced

myself to get

on the train


the look on

your face

through the glass


the sky

radiating

behind you


the sound

of you calling

my name



October 2020


© Kamilah Rashied for Zephyr and Maize