Your Apartment

Bright orange sun’s setting over your empty building,

The windows carry your refection, pale yet gilded.

The apartment’s wrapped in your evaporating scent.

It’s fading into nothingness, stealing away the rent.

You’re gone but the misery is running on empty.

I’m just wishing someone would volunteer to help me

And bring back what’s left of you in this wasteland –

But tragedy only kills those who face it first-hand.

I miss you while the sun plays with your coffee cups.

Your neighbors don’t know, I hear their laughter erupt.

From your living room window I see the place we met,

Now it feels like a long-abandoned movie set.

I get on my knees and let the light burn me dry,

Praying to anyone who would listen for one last high.

Yet, the radio silence is unforgiving, as always,

And I know I’ll move on from these never-ending dog days.

Still, the orange sun haunts me through lonely evenings,

It fades your reflection and calls it grieving.

Looks are deceiving.

I need you to stay just to keep breathing.

-JW