Even the good things
lose their kindness
in the fading evening light.
I stare blankly out the window,
losing hope with every breath.
I fade like winter’s shadow,
when the spring comes ’round again.
I’m a pauper
and a plagiarist,
stealing time in my own skin.
I have walked
between the doorways
of Heaven
and of Hell.
Stolen stories
from the angels
that I will never tell.
I’m a thief
and I’m a liar.
I’m a king without a crown.
Born in madness,
raised in sorrow.
So fucking high
but coming down.
The tears,
they wrack my body,
as I see the truth come in.
Staring out the window,
you will never come again.
No, there’s no nope
for us shadows,
in the dark we fade away.
So I’m mourning
every moment,
until I too,
start to fade.
Come with me,
pain and sorrow;
take you with me when I go.
The world has known
enough of you
and I hate to
drink alone.
One more for faded memories.
One more for lovers lost.
One more for the night watchman,
who lets me in when I am lost.
One more for the winter,
that recedes with every dawn.
One more for all the people
who I’ve hurt and who I’ve wronged.
I’m leaving my reflection
in the window when I’m gone.
You’ll see me here, forever,
when the night is coming on.
Then I will fade,
like shadows,
trick of light
and light as air.
You’ll have trouble
even seeing
that I was ever there.
Good night, my evening window.
Good night, my grim charade.
Good night, to possibility;
I’m gone with every day.
HG -2018
