I'll walk past the windows
down the cracking sidewalk
kicking dried up leaves
the air is cool
but my hate is warm
and this party is catered by a thousand thieves
the wind sounds like voices
trickling down the alley
reminding me of twilight games
spotlight and fireflies
summer nights outside
laughter lost and never quite regained

I'll pause outside a window
reflecting lost treasures
joining the sigh in my eyes
the pane separates
the desired, the lost
from this receptacle of lies
the faded songs that fell
from the lips of loved and lost
so many smiles ago
merely whispers now
belongings of a passing breeze
reminding me only to leave me, alone

I'll continue past the windows
the sinking sun suggesting
cool will soon enough be cold
distracted by the dragging
tired feet on a worn path
and memories that follow
the wind sounds like voices
lingering and bringing
tears to my unwilling eyes
I will seek my loneliness
for all I want now
is to whisper my goodbye.