I still sit by the window,
Where the crows call.
I hear the smoke,
On windless nights,
Like a loveless kite,
Lost in the rain
Hiding behind roads
To forget its way home.

With rusted breath,
And wasted mind,
The  debts i owe
Leave ashes behind
Your stories unknown,
My stories untold.
The rest unfinished,
Collect in my pockets.