Street lights ignite
Adam pulls up a chair
he cracks a can then leans
over to share
A steel trap crawls past
like a ghost
of something forgotten
but once desired the most
The clouds turn red
as if coated in rust
they limp across the sky
going where ever they must
leaving us sitting in the dusk
nothing is waiting for us
I ask hows work
He shrugs without a word
Not much to tell
Not much to be heard
So we listen to silence
that floats in the air
and look in the growing darkness
for something to be there
The sunlight falls below
the city's crust
to begin distant days
away from us
leaving us sitting in the dusk
nothing is waiting for us