Dead gulls lie at my feet
Fall with wounded wings...

I want to know you
Like one of those paintings by Monet...

I want to capture all your misery
Embosomed in a glass jar...

In the tranquil stillness
Of the late afternoon sun...

I miss the brushing of your fingers against mine
As we walked side by side...

The piano lies untouched today
Unadorned - for you...

I have nothing, I feel nothing
I am empty and cold -hollow...

The lost seasons of
Childhood, and playful days...

In wakeful hours
Our measureless memories...

Maybe this is all we ever get
memories left hanging in dead air...

The stars all lost their meaning-
after that night...

The seasons change
And the wind is getting cooler now...