in the House of golden bracelet 
you wept 
and nothing could console you 
'the happy hour, - 
i said, - 
they were together'
clear sky
unblinking golden eye 
'i wish to die' 
well that's exactly what i want 
at highest note 
we are off key though
against a wall of faded red 
you sat 
your face was raining and 
not much i get from reading its expression 
'perhaps i'll stay here if i might'
'you cannot' 
'right' 
a touch 
before the sunset merges you into wall and paints you over 
you left your heart in quiet part 
of building where
the grass grows through the floor
for no one to find