Outside my window evening falls
and shadows point towards the night,
the clouds, in childlike crimson scrawls
write eulogies in fading light.
Underneath the darkening sky,
in shops and houses, streets and bars
the shadow people try to fly
beneath the unforgiving stars.
Inside my room a fire burns
a clock takes seconds off the day,
a memory of you returns,
a laugh, before you went away.
Your picture hangs upon the wall
in frozen time, your smile remains,
a still life from before the fall,
that buried me in autumn rains.
