I want to be eclipsed
Again
Broken between the ends
Of lives I never knew
A bare impression amidst the greens
And concrete grey
I want to wane
In the mist of a noon after viewing
When the clouds weep
And visitors wear the crinkled visage
Of an interrupted sleep
When hands trail
And their owners linger at goodbye
Among these relics
And remembrances of life
I want to darken and dim
As shadows slip into the gloom
When the light has been removed
A blur beyond the lens
I am simply waiting
To be fading out
Again.