Promptly Poetry Entries (6/20 - 6/21)

The Interim

The friends, retired to their own spaces
and the conversations that
inhabited the empty places,
were all tucked in for the night
like children past a bedtime.

They left holes in the evening
through which she fell,
and an awkward emptiness
she could not fill.

Seconds collected like tears
in the well of an eyelid.
They hung heavy, yet refused
to drop into the minutes
that lead to anticipated hours;

or in falling, bless a cheek
by raining down the honest gifts
of a heart that found it no hardship,
no burden, nor assault to pride,
to exalt that which it cherished.

Promptly Poetry Week 18
Prompt - After the Party