Summer blinked
Autumn came
Winter fell
A wooden frame
The grumbling
Of angry sky
Lightning flickered
No asking why.
Emotion now
A hanging line
The mascara run
About your eyes
Once tender lips
With passion bore
Had left the place
Through invisible door.
Eyes that smiled
No need of words
The last cigarette
That we shared
Stubbed, surrendered
In a dirty ashtray
Just two souls
Who passed this way.