Scenes from a Balcony

The light draws closer,
Night surrounds me in shade,
As the leaves sway and whisper,
I think of you.

How could I not feel your touch?
Slide into the same room.
The earth sways when she dances
Dancing I am when I’m alone.

The future has been defeated,
Though the past is never destroyed,
And as my last cigarette crawls and burns,
I think of you.