The moon is half full and the air is crisp tonight,
The soft glow from an old lamp shade brings one window to life,
He eats his meal all alone, but there suspended in space,
A silent tender moment on his indescribable face,
Is he really very sad? Or is he just all alone?
Perhaps he is waiting for an answer on the other end of his phone.
All questions are extinguished as he slowly turns out his light,
But the answers are still waiting beneath the blanket of the night.
