empty shell of cold designs
held between these empty lines
no-one cares now, no-one minds
watch each bubble memory fly
softly gently to the sky
turn away and don't ask why
meet you when the evening draws
kiss you in a fleeting pause
wake all scratched by blood-red claws
no-one minds now no-one cares
in your bed and on your stairs
and gone to count my graying hairs
Errors of Judgement by Wayne Myers