5 O’clock


I spent today in black and white
A Charlie Chaplin moving through scenes
From kitchen, to hallway, to living room
Suspended in time
I had just collapsed back
Onto a cushiony sofa
Listening to the sound of a ticking clock
The sound of silence
When I hear a click of the lock in the door
And a squeak of old hinges
I feel the heat
A half dead rose on the mantle
That sat in a sepiad state all day
Makes microscopic movements
To stand tall
Slowly saturating with color
As you walk through the door
A kaleidoscope of pigment breathes into the air
We come alive
5 o'clock
Is when I see my love
5 o'clock
Is when I see in color

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