Lastly
The last blackbird sings,
echoes,
quietly,
across the late evening skies,
the night calls the dusk
across in silence,
the last of daylight,
the afterglow
of goodbyes,
and as the shadows lengthen,
the hours running homewards,
to the end
of this summer’s day,
no words can bridge the future
until
and when,
you can return again
from far away.
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