When the day is done at 5.
And smoke perfumes the past.
And Shiny Happy People*
is another way to fast.
And the last of the office lights
make you feel she's gone for good.
It's Autumn.
There was a void like...
Trafficked trees
Only seconds with the dying sun
Monday owning her Sunday best
A double bed on its last legs,
(just a commodity for selling sex)
A bus routine, the blank faces
Another day with a bare lake, a weekly window gone...
Memories fading from the age I was someone
Old friends flying to unfamiliar places (to meet new ones)
Just a few passing thoughts as they call last orders.