Fading

Staring at the traffic

in the fading afternoon light,

all around the world

continues to come and go.

Horns blaring from behind

but I feel frozen in time.

The world is getting dark –

my heart is in smithereens.

Why do clouds keep floating

when the wind has stopped blowing?

What’s the reason to love

when you only make me cry?

To leave you takes only

a minute to say goodvye;

To understand would take

a lifetime of compromise.

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