Blue Grey Orange Sky

He said, "The night is still young". 

Left a note with orange juice and flowers on the coffee table by the open window where I reached into your damaged brains and found the single remnants of hope. 

You were not here. By the time I had woken you had gone and I could smell your perfume lingering. In blue rooms. I sit in silence with nothing to talk about. Just a picture of you in my mind. I hear the sadness in your voice echoing and I'm alone. With the rising sunrise, listening to Hotel California, I remember 

Last night dancing in the moonlight.