the way you leave
I could be the way you leave
the whisper on the lack of breeze
in your life the lights
blink out
blink out
look up like a girl
waiting to find
that sudden meeting
does she ever stop waiting?
the unexpected
is hoped for
the way you leave
sun rising
washing over
slow
water glints in the mountains
far away from the wintry streets
where the cold hits like a stone
at the windows
already boarded up
because
what could you do to me now?
in this derelict home
in my head and a heart
that was is can be lost and broke
at the eleventh hour
who will take me home today?
tonight
at the end of the streetlight
when it pops out like
peas from a pod
a ghost
saying goodbye to the summer
goodbye
my love
goodbye
…
and you’re gone.