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Blue Evening

A Poem

By Conor MatthewsPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Blue Evening
Photo by prottoy hasan on Unsplash

There’s a family around me.

A child.

Partner.

Parents.

People.

And I’m in the same room as them,

Kept at a distance.

I’m smiling.

I’m happy to see them.

They’re the same.

And I know I am loved;

A heavy feeling that drags me.

The shelves are stocked with food.

The walls are warm.

The books and games are plentiful.

The evening is long, calm, and soft.

And I am sad.

The kind where you can finally keep yourself company.

The kind of company no one’s invited to join.

There’s a piano that rings out a song for these times.

Dum. Dum. Dum. Dur.

Dum. Dum. Dum. Dar.

Just like that.

So easy,

Even you heard it.

I don’t have anything others don’t.

But few have it still.

Like the eyes and ears we all possess,

But few ever see or hear.

I don’t want company.

I wouldn’t wish others to join.

No.

Not here,

By the gold lamp in the blue room on this wet October evening.

It’s not that I don’t want you.

It’s just already so hard to have myself.

Free Verse

About the Creator

Conor Matthews

Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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  • T. Lichtabout a year ago

    Love how it's written so simply yet it's so well done! Great Poem!

  • This was so poignant and relatable. Loved your poem!

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