She lingers at the door, silent except
for the half smile singed on her lips
like a historical marker trying to freeze
a moment in time. We’re older but I swear
she hasn’t aged a day since this morning —
those eyes still coyly tow me in
and I’m a wreck for her. I could build
a monument to this moment, one of many
that holds a place at the center of me —
cemented to last well beyond my life.
She lingers at the door, but calls me home.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Prompts:
- Word of the Day Challenge: silent
- sensitivity’s Three Things Challenge: linger, singe, lips
Often Mumbled Musings 
This was wonderful
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Thanks so much!
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Wow Philip! This was wonderful.
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Reblogged this on pensitivity101 and commented:
Sometimes a response to a challenge hits me between the eyes, and Philip Knight Scott responded to 2 different challenges with this.
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