Forgotten Afternoon
after Paul Verlaine
the light falls on the empty chair where you sat your absence a small weight on the wooden floor
the clock ticks in the silence a slow heartbeat marking time as the shadows lengthen and fade
in the stillness I wait for you though I know you will not come the afternoon wears on in vain
I took from Paul Verlaine his focus on the intimate and ephemeral, and his use of simple, everyday words to convey a sense of longing and nostalgia. I applied these elements to a quiet, forgotten afternoon, where the absence of a loved one is deeply felt.