Evening song

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It’s gone, isn’t it?

When did it leave us

Or when did we leave it?

Did it go

When the blue light came down?

Or the night I said no

When you said yes?

Did it leave

When I said yes to him

And you to her?

Did it go when I left

Or when you stayed

Or when you moved

From Neptune

To some other planet?

When I wasn’t a drive-by

Anymore?

When did it leave us?

When did it go?

When did we leave it behind?

Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart

— Sappho

Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home.