You are that
Acrid blue smoke from
Broken dreams
And the sudden starts
From unfinished nightmares
The entrancing wails
From invisible sirens
You are those burnt
Embers left over from
A smoldering heart
And the tinkle of the key
That rings after I
Leave the room
You are the silent footsteps
Which arrive tiptoeing after
The window is left open
To let the breeze come in
At night
You are that shadow and the other
Half piece of the heart I left
On the steps of the shop with
Sepia coloured shutters that snapped shut
After both our hands released the
Brief clasp before our transient goodbyes...