The evening light is blue and black
Between day and night lingers the dusk
In a liminal place of a thousand sighs
What has been lost is more than a day
A love is buried again and mourned again
What can't be tugs once more at the heart
A desire comes begging and is sent away
Amid all the noise of the traffic a sense of
Death and silence hangs in the dusty air
The signal is red and comes with a hearteen
This is a time of timeless longing and ache
But we can't stop for long and lament
While waiting for the light to turn green
This pang of grief must be primordial
What the caveman felt when the sun set ---
The city picks up and flees into the night.
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