callous at twilight

you’re not callous by nature so why’d you leave

the lights on in the room where i’m asleep?

surely you must’ve been distracted

a new lover were you heading out to meet?

the sky’s going dark a bruised violet

and the lights are coming on in the street

i imagine you in a cheerful lit-up café

thriving in this city’s cloak of anonymity

the light’s attracting moths now and

bouncing off they land up on my sheet

i wish there were candles instead of the lights

they wouldn’t repeatedly be singed by the heat

but meet a fiery illustrious death instead

is there a worse fate for lovers to meet?

but blame not the lights with their exteriors

of glass, for longing is the world’s creed

for something else their hearts too burn

for another’s love they drool and greed

but you’re not callous by nature i know

so why did you have to leave?