Fall on a wounded afternoon.
The din of a couple’s fight, next door
Breaks the calm of my floor.
Fear and happiness both persist,
It’s hard to break a lifetime’s habit.
When one has decided to leave,
Why lurch for what’s falling through the sieve?
Better to go in silence, and not fall prey,
And, hope to catch the fading radiance of a dying day.
The moon will not stop to spread its golden-haired glory,
So, why will you not continue the song and a story?