Untold For 9pm Poem by Chloe Lubinska

There's beads in your eyes.
So silent as they form,
So quiet when they rise
Into the volume pool.

And your smile is a quiver,
Of laughter long ago.
The walks along the river,
Smiling as you go.

Your warmth a subtle cold,
But boiling in the snow.
Comforting the told,
But not to those who know.

The story in your skin,
A tale told at nine.
The years I begged to let me in,
They grace a plaque away from time.

The grip in your hands,
That held to mine so tight.
Is it true for other lands?
Will I find you in the night?

Best behold your loving power,
From the dark, it kept me safe.
Lost among a lonely hour,
And a clock too slow to race.