Duh!

Silly me! Got caught up in all this info stuff, so forgot the poem ...

Endless Night.

All was done,
the last word said,
and I stood in my
window, and I
watched you go.

You paused at the
corner, in a wash
of light from a
street lamp.

Your hair was gold,
and your coat a red
flame in the night.

You looked up once;
your face a pale blur,
through rain streaked
glass.

It seemed to me that
your eyes met mine,
in a final glance.

I clung to the moment,
Winter filling my soul.
You turned then and
you walked away.

I felt my heart begin
to die within me, as
I began my journey
into endless night
THE END

Copyright Terry Flower 1998