On a warm summer night,
I glanced through my rearview mirror,
the city that broke me
now bathed in light.
Lightning stitched silver threads
along the crowns of distant mountains,
touching only the heights
as if heaven refused to descend.
I carried silence beside me,
sorrow unsaid,
grief unnamed.
This city, so swift with its vengeance,
gave me nothing but closed doors
and hollow days.
Still, I remember,
not the struggle,
but the way Albuquerque shimmered
in that final glance,
beautiful in retreat,
like something holy I could never hold.
This piece is hauntingly beautiful ,
the imagery of Albuquerque shimmering as you say your final goodbye is like the last, lingering note of a song. There’s a sacred, almost elegiac quality to your words, and I can feel the weight of your silent sorrow. Truly, this is poetry that lingers long after the last line.
Thank you so much, Poemstar. I’m very flattered by your comment.
Emotion and vulnerability in a dusky haze…
I really like this entry !
BIG LIKE
Thank you, Poetspeak, also for the Big Like. I appreciate your support.
Brilliantly penned, Alexandria. In the book it belongs! Once again love your stellar imagery, great flow as well, incredible storytelling, amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you so much, Damian. I appreciate your support for my work.
My, you write beautifully yourself.
Thank you, Daniel. 🌹