Thursday, January 3, 2008

In the evening.

In the evening, nothing is a bother

Everyone is partying

Many glowing faces

And no ones mind’s on leaving

When sooner

The two of us forsaking

Had long discussed the matter

And made an end in breaking

I’d moved into this house alone

My jacket like an awning

Oh, and it was hailing

But this evening, nothing here reminds me

There the coat is hanging

We’re talking and we’re laughing

After we darken up our home

You see my hands are trembling from an uneasy knowing

Maybe a moth can live this way

A false light always facing

And cannot turn away

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