Chicken Soup For The Soul- Redone

Six O'Clock Now

Six o'clock now

We should be together

In some soft, quiet place

Of maples unleafing onto the

Blue blue sky.

*

Six o'clock now

You should be parting the

Hair off my face

With those eggshell thin fingertips,

Occasionally laying a kiss along the

Fixed joint of my skull.

*

Six o'clock now

I should be watching you

In the pale grey light

A line of white in a landscape

Of black shadow.

*

Six o'clock now

You should be holding my hand

In a grove of sycamores unleafing

And we should be-

We should be

Listening to the breath of golden

Autumn fading into

The darkening wood.

-Joyce Sun