As gold light along a roof-line
Reflected in this gray pail of rain
I’m saving for a drier day
But we won’t stay still that long
You trailing off when no one’s
Looking more felt than seen
Darkness creeping into the conversation
Water and twilight maintain
While all the light drains out
Each day dies so differently
It could be you or me
We can barely look to see
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