Right here,
Staring at the dusk,
Where we both withered,
Ashed into the wind,
A gentle breeze of the night.

Right here,
I no longer wait,
Walking along with gloom,
Brushing away each yesterday,
Stitched and crossed the torn.

Right here,
I watch every fall,
Of the tree's threads,
Reaching the depths of my wounds,
The last tear drop awaits.