These words scrawled hastily upon my soul
Embedded in the empty spaces
Where you used to be
I’ve heard it in the movies
A perfect B flat
I wonder if that is how it sounded when you left
It lingers, like mist on pines.
Line straight like a sunset
Down and out for the night
How long is your night?
How dark?
Where there are no shadows
Maybe you can cast a light?