Fallout House
(at Irony Street, Paradise West)

Anonymous Days

Anonymous days
Pass my door
Like so many strangers
Ignoring the invitation
To stay
For some time

Forlorn, empty strangers
So soon
Are to be forgotten.
With yawning eyes
My hands are working
My thoughts though
Elsewhere
On a plane of feint memory
And a tear freshens
My cheek
At the sudden recollection
Of happier days

Now with few words to say,
Save,
I'll always remember
Today used to be
Your birthday